#where she thinks about how she basically wears only practical clothes and yes it's for lycanthropy reasons but also. She was Super

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

Genuinely the best take about them I've seen in years

angua is a long haired butch and sally is a short haired femme ☝☝☝

[rhiannonsknife]

ugh tumblr user rhiannonsknife PLEASE stop making me think about rhiannon lewis (that's a joke please do continue i love thinking about her loser ass)

i've recently been SOOO obsessed with rhiannon being an absolute loser girlfailure... and it being so very clear to reader. like every time she sees you she's giggling and kicking her feet and it's so very obvious how she feels about you even if she believes that she's being totally innocuous

she's also 100% a clothes thief (before and during your relationship, erm...) and you will find your sweaters and hoodies and even t-shirts and boxers missing frequently. you spend days wondering where they went only to come to her house to see her decked out in a full outfit comprised of all of your missing clothes 😭 she argues that it's because they're more comfortable but you both know it's because they smell like you. there's also a secret third reason, that she presses your clothes to her face and inhales your scent when she's getting off, but she tries not to let you be privy to that.

she also begs you for affection even though she knows you'll willingly give it to her. she'll whine at you and give you her best puppy eyes while asking for a kiss even though you were already planning on it and she whimpers into your mouth the second your lips touch hers.

she is such a loser weirdo freak i have GOT to fuck her (slash reference) -🪐

this one is for 🪐 as well as the other anon in my inbox who asked for rhiannon, who steals your clothes!! ( ask: "Rhiannon and stealing your clothes (and used panties) send ask") i hope you guys know how much i adore this concept omg.

okay first of all: rhiannon stealing your clothes. yes. that’s basically canon to me.

being with someone who appreciates her presence means rhiannon has to feel them around even when they’re not at home or she’s at work.

so: clothing theft it is! <3

it starts with a shirt you’re certain you tossed into the laundry basket. yet, it never reappears after the wash. when you ask rhiannon, she insists she has no idea what shirt you’re even talking about. with no reason to doubt her, you let it slide, unaware of the sly grin curling on her lips as you turn away with a defeated sigh.

a couple of days later, when you enter the bedroom, rhiannon is lying in bed already, giving tink belly rubs until she notices you staring.

“that” you point at her. “is my shirt”

“oh, is it?” she bats her lashes at you innocently.

„i was looking for it the other day“ you clarify.

“hm” rhiannon shrugs, lifting tink from the bed to beckon you over. she’s trying to distract you, clearly, but it’s working when she crawls towards the edge of the bed and pulls you in to kiss her. “you’ll have to take it off” she murmurs teasingly. “if you want it back”

you don’t get it back. matter of fact, more pieces of clothing start to vanish from your closet with no explanation or excuse from rhiannon, who will later show up wearing them casually.

she loves to have those reminders of you, to be surrounded by your scent. she’ll always find excuses to gather more of your clothes, claiming it’s because it’s “cold in here,”. still, you catch her burying her face in the hood, clearly enjoying the fact that she’s wearing them. rhiannon practically lives in them when you’re not looking and even goes as far as to sneak your clothes into her work bag. you realize something’s up when she texts you a picture of her wearing your scarf at the office.

to bed, rhiannon won’t wear anything that isn’t yours: whether it’s your oversized t-shirt or a pair of pajama shorts, she refuses to sleep without a piece of you on her. when you call her out, she just shrugs. “it’s comforting, alright?”

if you ever make any genuine attempts to take them back, though, she pouts dramatically, holding the shirt, sweater or whatever else she's stolen close to her chest. “no way, it’s mine now,” she tells you, arms crossed over her chest.

— nsfw below the cut. mdni.

now underwear stealing is another habit she picks up after a while…

it starts when notice a pair that's missing from your drawer. it does occur to you that it could’ve been her, and you might also catch her red-handed one evening when you find them tucked under her pillow.

that doesn’t mean you immediately confront her about it. you grin to yourself and put them back into place, deciding to keep this information to yourself just a little longer.

the next time you notice the hem of that same pair under the waistline of rhiannon’s skirt, you initiate something. you start out simple, only kissing her lips gently, then moving down the side of her neck.

conversationally, you mumble: “there’s this pair of panties i’ve been looking for”

you feel her tensing under your touch and grin against her skin.

“have you seen it?”

“n-no” rhiannon whimpers, shaking her head a little bit. the blush creeps all the way down her neck.

“no?” you ask, tugging on the skirt just enough for your panties to come into view. “and what’s that?”

she stammers out an excuse, cheeks burning, but it’s obvious she had no intention of giving them back.

“it looks better on you” you whisper, nibbling on her earlobe as you run your fingers below her waistline. both of you gasp. rhiannon, because of the firm press of your fingers against her center. you, because she’s soaked.

wearing your underwear must’ve been really doing it for her, giving the amount of arousal that you can feel against your fingers. you lean back to look up at her, blinking in disbelief at the sensation of her wetness sliding against your fingertips.

“you’re so wet” you mumble.

rhiannon’s throat moves as she swallows audibly. “yeah” she finally breathes with a sigh.

you don’t know it -though you can imagine- but she’s been using your underwear to get herself off too.

when rhiannon saw it on top of the laundry, the crotch flipped up, soaked fabric on display, a switch flipped. she wasn’t even thinking straight, only lifted it up and shoved it into the pocket of her pants.

she knew it was a perverted thing to do, but she couldn’t help herself: your underwear had your scent on it, a permanent reminder of you staining the fabric. and that had been enough of an excuse to keep it.

once she had taken it home, she kept it around. whenever she had some spare time or got home early, rhiannon would get it out from its hiding spot to finger herself raw with the fabric clutched in her hand, using your scent to drown out the rest of the world.

maybe you make her touch herself while wearing them, claiming that “if she likes to wear it so much, she might as well show you”. maybe you make her tell you every single thing she’s done whilst keeping them as you finger fuck her. maybe you put it on for her after she’s worn it herself…the options are endless!!!

but also: rhiannon stealing something just to tease you. after realizing how much you both liked it when she wore your underwear, she’ll purposely let you notice her wearing your bra under her shirt, smirking as she leans close to whisper, “fits me better than it fits you” she doesn’t even try to deny it anymore, either, when you walk in and see her lounging in your underwear and a tank top. “i thought you’d like me in this,” is all she says with a casual shrug.

[solcorvidae]

Modern Witcher AU: My Headcanons (part 4)

Jaskier’s full legal name is Julian Alfred Pankratz. His parents have called him Jaskier since he was a baby and it stuck. He is their little buttercup to this day. Jaskier will not respond to ‘Julian’ unless it is painfully obvious it’s him who’s being spoken to. Jaskier has never truly been ‘Julian’ but for whatever reason his parents never got his name legally changed. He has lived his whole life as Jaskier despite his paperwork, ID, passport, and medications all having PANKRATZ, Julian Alfred written on them. He will probably never do it himself either, leaving him stuck with a legal name he has never gone by.

Jaskier sizes down his base layer clothes to be slim-fitting and Geralt sizes up. They very easy could share most clothes (both ways) with no issue if they both wore clothes that actually fit how they are supposed to. However, since they don't, they run the risk of having Jaskier's T-shirts becoming stretched out.

Jaskier sticks to stealing Geralt's clothes. Geralt lets him.

Cats loathe Aiden. (Yes, he will be appearing at some point.)

Eskel’s voice carries through walls even when he is speaking quietly. It can be felt more than heard because it emanates so strongly from his chest.

Jaskier can do a scarily accurate impression of Geralt and can easily fool people over the CB radio.

Jaskier was a loud kid. Like the type of kid that will go up to a stranger, basically yell “DO YOU LIKE MY SHOES?” and then start aggressively stomping around in his light-up sketchers.

Jaskier’s family was initially unsure of Geralt when they first met. It only took twenty minutes for his mom and dad to decide they adored him. They think that he is the most polite young man and a pleasure to be around. They spend hours talking (having a friendly and enthusiastic interrogation) with him, asking Geralt a billion questions about himself and his relationship with their son… how they met, what they’ve been up to, where Geralt is from, etc. Geralt is overwhelmed but feels welcomed by the end of the night, no longer feeling the judgement boring into the back of his skull like he did when he’d first arrived.

Jaskier’s mom has plenty of embarrassing scrapbook photos of him throughout his life. Geralt half-jokingly asks to see them and she shows him every single one. Jaskier groans and hides behind his hands the whole time but finds the scene in front of him endearing… so he tolerates it.

Eskel makes tea for people. People he loves, people he’s comforting, his friends, his family, his lover, strangers, people who he’s just meeting for the first time… there’s tea for every occasion.

While Geralt’s creative outlet is painting, Eskel crochets. He makes his friends and family warm clothes to bundle up in during the winter months. He sews a custom made tag into each of his pieces. The tag reads: ‘Handmade with Love by Eskel Bellegarde’

Vesemir has three giant boxes of all the boys’ school work, projects, and art work. He vows to never get rid of any of it.

Vesemir drinks his morning coffee from a mug that is practically illegible at this point but had once upon a time said “World’s Best Dad!” across the front.

Geralt knows how to ride a motorcycle... he just doesn’t have one anymore. He bought a used one for a wicked deal in highschool but sold it for his old pickup when he realized how impractical it was only a few years later. He will probably let his license expire because he can’t be arsed to retake the test.

Geralt walks on his toes. His heels hardly ever touch the ground unless he is wearing supportive shoes. He walks near-silently when donning bare-feet or socks. However, he walks heel-to-toe when he wears his boots. He has custom insoles to prevent knee pain and the shoes really do help his aches and pains... but he can be heard for miles--especially when wearing his favourite cowboy boots. Think: a set of heels on an office building floor.

Lambert gets sympathy pains and feels ill when his loved ones are in pain or sick. This, along with the guilt he feels causes him to isolate and distance himself from them when he is not needed/wanted in the room. He is still very present and loving when he is around (even more than he usually is) but he feels tremendous guilt that leads him to spend far more time in his room/at a friends house than usual.

[Modern AU Headcanon Masterpost]

[ccoffii]

Eleceed Redeisgns

Don’t get the wrong idea I’m not trying to fix anything (despite my issues with 75% of the bestie crew having the same hairstyle) ZHENA-nim art did really well on this series and I can definitely see her improvements!!

I find redesigning characters I like as a good exercise for me since I’m trying to practice my character design skills! I’ve also added headcannons so strap in.

First victim, istg he doesn’t even look like the same person lol.

- gave him the :3 mouth bc he has the little shit potential especially after wrapping everyone around his finger

- Longer hair comes from the hc that he is the kind of person who would hide behind it and to match his dads

- changed his hair to brown bc the blond colour blended with his skin too much (helps with contrast)

- The bag is to help him carry cats and more cat food

- Oversized clothes to wallow in, also to hide himself or something

- While Jiwoo and Kayden are implied to wear the same size clothing I still think Jiwoo’s clothes would be tight on Kayden

- It helps Kayden learn about Jiwoo as a person since he would question why his clothes were so ill fitting on him

- Colour palette was hard af, but I mostly went with warmer colours and added blue as an accent so he could match Kayden

- As u can tell the only thing that fits him perfectly is the school uniform, even then he likes to size up the blazer

- His bag would start with no buttons and over time more would be added based on where he’s been and the friends he makes

- Glasses are up for debate but they look nice on him

- gave him more down turned eyes so he could resemble Kang Daniel a little more

barely changed, basically the outfit was the only thing to go

- He looks like the kind of kid that would wear headphones all day

- His glasses fucked off to somewhere and I brought brought them back THEY R HERE TO STAY

- The dress shirt in his casual outfit is the same one from his uniform

- Bc of his upbringing with the doctor guy I would think he doesn’t have that many clothes to begin with and sees little point in getting more

- Ofc that will change later with his friends

- His name tag says his last name is Park but he doesn’t rlly have one and the wiki says so too, so it’s just something he had to give the school or somethin

- More lanky build? Basically a bean pole.

Again who the fuck is this

- gave him his melanin back, like all of it

- He seems more the varsity jacket type guy than Wooin

- Hair is based off Yeonjun’s lover loser era

- Tried to give him that international student type of beat vibe bc his sister is the big boss of the SK awakener scene

- i feel like with this hairstyle it’s easier to imagine him with black hair but I digress

- His jacket starts off with no patches and they’re slowly added on when he spends time with the bestie crew

MY GIRLIE!!

- Changed her uniform to be more fancy based off of the reaction of other students in Jiwoo’s school, the pendant on her bow is her own addition.

- No respectable Gen Z wears ripped skinny jeans… Controversial

- a converse girlie for sure

- Her hair is kinda based off the Mafuyu White Day card, either way she has to give gender

- Are they called arm warmers? They give her an interesting silhouette and very distinguishable from the guys

- Alternatively she wears a turtle neck and a sweater/large T-Shirt when it’s too cold + arm warmers just cause

Some other stuff:

- yes, all the redesigns will eventually include some element of blue like Jiwoo to help connect them and signify how close they are

- a lot of them were made with a go out shopping episode in mind to help us learn more about them

- maybe I’ll write a fic but finals r chasing my ass rn so eventually

[basmathgirl]

You reblogged a Gif set of the first episode of the fourth season of DW „Partners in Crime“. One of your tags reads “filed under: things they often did to Donna” in regards to the unflattering lighting. And now I’m wondering what do you mean by that or what are other examples of “things” they did to Donna in your opinion?

Hello kind Anon

I started collecting examples to show you, but it qucikly became like a school homework project, so I won't write an essay about it.

Basically, Donna was not meant to be seen as glamorous, sexy, the love interest, or cool; just some middle-age woman close to the Doctor's visible age. And and we all know how the media has long dictated that only women under 25 (or under 30, at a push) can be seen as a romantic co-star. Good grief, CT was in the film "Starter For 10" in 2006, where she plays the mother to an 18 year-old lad, played by James McAvoy who is only 10 years younger than her, and she was paired with an actor almost 20 years older than her!

Anyway, I've picked three examples to get you thinking.

Watching S4 makes you realise that several bad lighting, unflattering costumes, and dodgy makeup decisions were made. I'm going to start with the way Donna was introduced to us in the trailer at the end of Doomsday as opposed to The Runaway Bride episode.

Trailer:

Episode:

Not exactly flattering in comparison - if you ignore being lit like a character from Wicked. You'e never think these were filmed only a couple of months apart. And there was the whole disappearing cleavage shenanigans to take into consideration:

One minute it's allowed to be there; the next it isn't. Why? It's as if busty women aren't allowed to exist. DT certainly enjoyed the view but that's a whole other post..

They often put Donna in clothing I'd bought for my mum. Take for instance the outfit she wears at the beginning of Fires of Pompeii.

Very middle age-to-early pensioner in design, you must admit. Yes, tunics were the fashion at the time the programme was made but this is at the opposite end of the spectrum to Rose's 'little girl' pinafore combo or Martha's leather jacket. It's practical clothing that's not meant to be attractive but comfortable. Except all that nylon would have had her sweating like a pig in the Italian heat. Oh well. It's not as though they intended for her to look pretty. The dress Evelina gives her is a definite step up, but it is still very 'mumsy'.

Our last view of Donna was originally her wedding to Shaun Temple.

What could have been a pretty dress becomes a hideous outfit for Donna. They must have chosen the most unflattering hairstyle for her ever possible. But never mind, eh? She gets handed a winning lottery ticket so it doesn't matter if she doesn't look beautiful on her wedding day. At least she could look at the photos later and acknowledge Nerys managed to be pretty in a peach dress. The money should more than make up for it *chokes on my own spital*

Yes, I have many problems with the whole wedding scene in The End of Time where Donna gets her 'dream' of being married to a man who doesn't even stand next to her in most of the photos. Not that she seems to mind. We're supposed to believe she gets a huge pay cheque a happy ever after to fulfil the dream.

In case you were wondering, I'm much happier with the 60th anniversary specials.

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Not a request, just wanted to share these.

A fifth employee that got cast out due to their uncooperativeness and radical ideas. They reside deep underground where they practice their craft of welding metal, out of their contraptions they make a stable home durable as a bomb shelter. In their comfort they didn't expect any visitors, especially not the golden glow of the keystone.

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A botanist that acts like Jebediah's and Tricky's peaskeeper (to varying degrees of success). They wear garments reminiscent of the grim reaper and weld a sickle to harvest the crops that they grew in their greenhouse. Is appointed Nevada's official, and only, gardener. (i have a much more detailed version of this but it's like five pages long).

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Daimos isn't the only one that dissented, a young ex agent, throughout knowing each other they build a sibling like relationship. Although they're not in the main SQ crew they're still an honorary member.

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An escaped test subject finds themselves in the middle of a Zed outbreak, they scratch, kick and punch their way through the undead gaining a few scratches and bite marks themselves. Out of the rubble of undead they find Victor who's surprised at their resilience, and immunity.

These are just your ocs aint they ;p interesting ideas tho!

I imagine there's basically an employer for every kind of need, so one capable of tearing up the earth and forging weapons would be plausible. A large and wide figure, a crooked back from hours of clawing at the earth and leaning over a forge, bashing scalding steel to create unbreaking blades.

Bright embers floating from deep orange eyes, irritated to be bothered by someone, someone who somehow survived (re floated passed) all their traps. A deep husky voice, like that of a heavy chain-smoker from centuries of ash inhalation. "You dare to break into my sanctuary? Turn back, lest your body be torn asunder to forge a new blade, mortal."

But when they realise Jeb just wants his sword repaired they're cool lol.

- The botanist is kinda along the same lines as my gal Jack, but she ain't need to play peacekeeper, Tricky becomes a little more civilised around 'the pretty lady.' He has vague memories of her being kind to him when he was still Hofnarr.

Alas the reaper motif is a cool way of taking it, it makes them fit in with the environment a lot better, dark clothing and a massive weapon is all you need to be 'normal' out there. A great and watchful harvester, terrifying to behold, but incredibly gentle.

A starving grunt tries to ignore the hunger pangs, tries to think of anything else, when a dark shape comes into view. The reaper, Stygian, has finally come to claim him, a terrible life with a silent end, how depressing. A basket of carrots and other veggies comes from below the robes. A reaper, yes, but of the grim? No.

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There's 100% some other dissented agents chilling in/around the main SQ base, inspired by a tale of two grunts defying everything and building up a resistance to the boot that crushes the little guy. Sometimes a few clones from a batch dissent, and the rest of the group pays for it, they must all be defective and therefore must die.

Deimos is quick to bond with just about anyone, and with shared history? He's stuck like glue to whoever. Dissenters be damned, right? Well damnation is more fun when you're together.

Having gone through some of the worst torture from his fellow agency men {due in part to being an orphan, and being trans in my opinion}, he'll comfort and reassure just about anyone else who's lived that hell. You got out, you survived the worst, and now you're fighting back. Fuck yeah, stick it to the man.

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Vic would absolutely drag this person to Skinner, or Doc, maybe even both if he can catch them together. If you can be resistant to ZEDs, surely there's a cure right? Where better to start looking than in someone incapable of transforming.

[krikeymate]

Where I live it’s so warm, I’m basically melting. So I was wondering if you had a cute idea about how Sam and Tara would spend a really hot summer day. Just some more fluff and wholesome content, if you feel like it :) Hope that you’re not melting, wherever you live! ���️

The weather has been great! I prefer being too hot to being too cold tbh. I can't type when I'm cold! Stay hydrated folks! (I say, dehydrated.)

I think Sam is a eugh, it's too hot kinda person, who prefers to stay indoors with a cold drink and a fan. Tara meanwhile is a sunbathing kinda gal. (I also headcanon Sam runs hot and Tara runs cold, so.)

Of course, that was before Tara got stabbed to shit and covered in scars. She's probably really insecure about it now (bye-bye bikini).

~

The weather begins to get hot and sunny and Sam notices. Tara stays covered up, despite the heat, despite the fact Sam knows she loves the prickling of the sun on her skin. Or at least... she used to.

Sam frowns, trying to remember last summer. To her frustration, she can't. They were so busy with moving and finding a job and summer classes to prepare for the new school year, it had passed them by in a flash.

(Sam catches Tara standing by the window with her eyes closed, basking in the heat and the light. Her sister still loves the sun, she learns.)

"You can't seriously still be cold," Sam jokes one day, catching Tara heading out in a long-sleeved top once again. She doesn't miss the way Tara freezes, how her eyes widen, how she can't think of a response. Tara throws out a quick "I don't know what you mean," and escapes out the door. Sam frowns at the display and realises that despite all the progress Tara's made, there's obviously still things she's not ready to talk about.

(Despite all the progress Sam's made, there's still things she's not ready to let go.)

So Sam waits a couple days, observes, thinks about what she wants to say. Then she corners her, demands to know what she's doing and why. In those exact words.

Tara blinks at her, confused, and holds out her cup. "I'm... drinking juice?"

"What? No!" Sam exclaims, taking the cup from her sister's outstretched hand and putting it back on the counter, a little harder than necessary. Tara frowns.

Sam tugs at the shoulder of her top. "I'm talking about this!"

"My... clothes?"

"Yes!"

"Sam, you're not making any sense."

She knows, groaning. All that practice and she's still messing up her words. She doesn't want to get this wrong, it's important.

"Why are you wearing that? It's like 80 degrees! Put a damn crop top on or a bikini or something, you're making me feel faint just looking at you."

Sam watches understanding dawn on Tara's face by the way it carefully becomes blank. From the way she takes a step back.

"What, you're gonna tell me how to dress now?"

They both cringe at her tone, it's defensive and aggressive, familiar.

One step forward, two steps back. "No Tara, of course not. I just... I would really like to know why. This isn't like you."

Tara struggles to swallow back a maybe I've changed in those five years you disappeared for. She knows it won't help, it won't fix anything. It'll only hurt her sister. She bites her cheek, her therapist's voice echoing through her head.

This is Sam. She can be honest with Sam. Sam won't judge her, she won't be mad.

She repeats the mantra to herself several times before pulling off her top. "Look at me, I can't go out like this!"

Sam frowns back at her sister. "I don't-"

"My scars, Sam! Look at them!"

There's a pleading to Tara's words, they sound desperate, and hurt, and Sam takes her in her arms.

"You're beautiful, Tara."

"They're ugly."

"They're a sign of your resilience, of how strong you are. How could that ever be ugly?" Sam kisses the top of her head and steps back, hands on her shoulders. "You're a survivor, and you should be proud of that. But if you're not ready to show that to the world, then that's fine, but you don't have to hide at home. Ok?"

Tara bites her lip, turning away.

Sam catches her by the chin. "Ok?"

"Ok?"

They take to sunbathing together in the apartment, stretched out beneath whichever window is catching the light best at the time.

[fff777]

reaction part 1 to 7llin' with dream episode 2

I thought this was supposed to come out yesterday according to the schedule but whatever

Oh this is a long one, it's half an hour long

I know Chenle likes wearing sunglasses a lot but him wearing sunglasses indoors ^^;; Mark's like "whatever you say dude"

Mark and Chenle: *Deadass arguing about whether Chenle wore sunglasses at rehearsal* Jeno: Let's focus, guys.

Chenle basically does the grocery shopping by himself

Meanwhile, Haechan, Renjun, Jaemin, and Jisung are just eating ramyeon and taking cute pictures

I forgot to mention this last time, but Jisung's bright orange hair reminded me of Chenle's bright orange hair during Boom. I think it's the same shade.

Throwback Thursday indeed

Pretending they were in a music video when the sunlight hit in a very aesthetically pleasing way

Renjun's hair had red streaks but I could only tell in certain lighting

The 'at home' group was discussing how the grocery group was doing and whether they'd need to call them to help and they were already coming to the conclusion that it'd be fine because Chenle was there and he'd know when it was necessary to call them.

Chenle looking for cooking wine cutely and thanking the camera person cutely when they point it out for him

Jeno was complaining about the guys being loud and noisy and embarrassing before and now Mark's just straight up yelling across the supermarket

Sensory overload for Jeno who's in the middle of Mark and Chenle's conversation

I always get creeped out by how many crew are filming them and this is no different ^^;;

Dancing in the middle of their discussion about food

YES JAEMREN GIRLIES WE ARE BAQ!!!

Mark: The Dreamies are scary

Red ginseng makgeolli sounds like something for dads ToT

Chenle is so excited at the thought of feeding the Dreamies red ginseng makgeolli...it's probably really bitter lol.

This makes me respect him as a chef lol. You need veggies!!!!

Jeno: We need spam Mark: Spam, where are you Yes Mark, I'm sure spam will grow a set of wheels and roll right over to you

As a person who only cooks on occasion, I relate to this so deeply lol

The at home crew now discussing what it would mean if someone said "this made me think of you" and sent you a picture of the moon.

Chenle: I don't want to buy this for Jisung since he asked me for it You absolute brat. They were looking for the ramyeon that Jisung wanted.

Jeno: It's not good to try things As spoken by a true homebody

Back to the moon conversation lol

Haechan said he'd just be confused by the moon picture and ask for an explanation

Jaemin said he wouldn't look at the text, but they clarified that in this situation, it was from someone he loved, and he did a 180 and said he'd call them and talk for 3 hours X'D 對人不對事

Renjun is the only valid man. OF COURSE THE MOON IS ROMANTIC!!!

Ok new situation presented by Haechan: What if someone you loved was involved in a very minor traffic accident? What would you say? Jisung: Was it your fault? Renjun: Are you okay? Jaemin: (1) Are you okay? (2) Do you know the insurance company's phone number? Jaemin once again showing he is the most practical adult ever lol.

Grocery store team still deciding on whether to buy the massive green onion

Apparently green onion parks are a thing??? What?? I want to go???? Are you allowed to chop your green onions from there??

Interesting that there's a small clothing section at the entrance/exit of the supermarket lol

Bickering about carrying groceries in bags vs. boxes all the way out the door

Mark was literally shook by how nice the sky looked when they left the supermarket lol

There she is <3

It's so cold that you can see Jisung's breath as he speaks

I think the subtitles at this point are starting to be a little bit off (in terms of timing) and so it's a bit hard to focus ^^;;

Jaemin just started the campfire and then dipped to let Jisung have a dramatic soliloquy lol.

Jisung: Jaemin didn't take off his gloves so he's coming back

Renjun looking down at him lol

Jaemin was just standing inside warming up but of course still keeping an eye on Jisung. And he couldn't help but open the door when he watched Jisung doing something wrong lol. This is such mom energy XD

Oh, it's something to make the fire change colour

It amuses me that you can see both Renjun and Jaemin watching Jisung as he struggles alone XD Mom energy all around

On his way to being a lumberjack. He doesn't wear flannel all the time for no reason.

Jisung tripping over the supplies on the ground instantly negating any hope of us thinking he was a manly lumberjack and not a clumsy baby.

Jaemin finally returns

Jaemin hyping up Jisung to add wood to the fire

Meanwhile Jaemin threw it in super fast and just walked back in with his hand in his pocket lmao.

Jaemin going back in to cook ramyeon. Didn't they just eat?

[melilovesghost]

Hello again Ghesties, and welcome to day 3 of kinktober, hosted by @kroas-adtam !! As usual, Disclaimer: this chapter is based on events that happen in the wattpad fic "It's A Long Way Down" by JamieStark445, so I would recommend reading that for it to make more sense, but there is a bit of backstop at the start to set the scene, so this is optional. Also I have never written anything like this before, so apologies if its bad 😅.

Day 3 - Leather and Blood

The girls had gone out on their monthly shopping trip. "Ooo this one this one!! You'll love it in here!!" Sunshine expressed to Ember excitedly, pointing at a clothes shop. The 4 girls walked in and started rummaging through the racks, looking for some good cheap finds, when Cirrus notices something. "Oo Ember come over here, I think you're gonna like this!!!" Ember curiously walks over to where Cirrus is standing, only to see a gorgeous pleated black leather miniskirt staring back at her. It also came with a matching leather bralette. "Imagine what Sodo would think of you in this?!" Cirrus said excitedly. At this point the other ghoulettes had gathered round to see what the commotion was about, and upon laying eyes on that skirt they all had the exact same reaction as Cirrus. "Oms Ember you HAVE to get it!!! Sodo will flip!!!" Sunny exclaimed. "Wow Ember, Sodo won't be able to resist you wearing that!!" Added Cumulus. "andidlovetoseeyouinthattoocirrus" Cumulus quickly and quietly added whilst blushing intensely and looking at the ground. Cirrus obviously heard her mates little comment, making her turn around, grab her mates face to make it face hers, and say in a seductive voice "oh would you now, Lussy?" Cumulus basically folded over her mates words, turning a deep shade of red. Cirrus simply placed a small kiss on her mates lips, leaving Cumulus aching for more. But they were in public, they couldn't do anything there... right?

"How many items?"

"1, or 2 if these dont count as 1 since they are a set."

"There you go"

Cirrus had obviously grabbed the skirt and bra, and was now going to try it on for her partner. She had claimed the most private changing room in the place, juuuuuuust in case Cumulus just couldn't resist her. "Oh Lussy I'm ready!!" Cirrus sexily called out to her mate. Dying of excitement, Cumulus slowly peeled back the curtain of the cubicle, revealing the love of her life stood there, in just the bra and skirt. Lussy's eyes flashed a flame for a second as she became immediately obsessed with how it looked, practically throwing herself onto Cirrus, kissing her with more passion and desire than ever before. "Woah there girly, I take it you like it then?" Cirrus giggled at her mate. Cumulus simpled nodded in response, drooling from how good her mate looked. "Remember Lussy my love, we're in public right now, however I'm definitely buying this so don't worry, we can have some fun later." Cirrus exclaimed to an incredibly horny Cumulus.

Meanwhile, Ember was also trying on the skirt and bra, chatting with Sunny as she did so.

"Oh Lussy I'm ready!!!" They overheard a few cubicles down. "Oh boy, something tells me they're going to be a while in there" Sunny commented with a giggle. "You got that right" Ember confirmed, also with a giggle. "Right Sunny, it's on, what do we think?" Ember asked whilst opening the curtain. Sunny's eyes sparkled with glee as she clapped her hands together. "YES!!!" She screamed excitedly. "Sodo's gonna lose his MIND Ember you look so good!!!"

The last time Ember had bought a skirt it had gone down VERY well with Sodo. All he could do was think about fucking her with it on before they were even together. But that was with a polyester pleated skirt. This was a leather pleated skirt. 10x more sexy. Ember couldn't wait to see her mates reaction to her wearing such a thing.

Ember had made sure everything was perfect for her session with Sodo tonight. She had checked his calendar to make sure there would be no interruptions in their fun, she had planned this perfectly. Sodo was out with Aether at the moment, running a couple errands for Copia. He was due to be back for around 7:45pm. Ember had spent her time setting the scene, getting herself all prepared for what's to come. All she knew is that she was glad she had a free morning the next morning, as she had a strong feeling she wasn't gonna be able to walk after this.

The time was 7:40pm. Ember lay sexily on the bed, impatiently waiting on her mates return. Minute by minute the clock ticked on, until at 7:43 she heard footsteps. Excitedly, she made sure she was in prime position for Sodo to walk in. She heard his hand on the doorknob. "Ohhhh Sooooodoooooooooo" she called out sexily. Curious, Sodo opened the door just to see his mate, in nothing but a leather bralette and leather skirt. Sodo's eyes immediately glowed with lust for his mate. He dropped everything and ran straight to her, crashing his lips passionately into hers. "Fuck baby, you look amazing, Satan I could just take you right here right now" Sodo said, practically drooling with lust. "Who said you couldn't?" Ember responded, beginning to unbutton his shirt. Sodo was so desperate he just ripped his shirt right off, not caring about the buttons flying everywhere. His hands immediately land on her breasts, feeling them through the leather. Ember's head fell back in pleasure as she moaned, her hand going to Sodo's trousers to feel how hard he was already. The answer was very. Very hard. She starts fondling him through his trousers causing Sodo to moan and start thrusting into her hand as he squeezed her breasts. Sodo couldn't resist any longer and went to undo his pants, struggling at the fastenings due to his desperation and lust. "Fuck Ember I need you so fucking bad" he moaned, frustrated at his trousers. He finally gets them open, quickly pulling them and his underwear down to reveal his VERY hard dick.

Sodo had never felt more lust for his mate as he did today. He could get high just from looking at her alone. The lust he was feeling for her was unbearable. She immediately started groping his now exposed dick, causing Sodo to moan loudly. He watched as his mate played with him, making eye contact with her as she smirked. "You wearing panties, princess?" Sodo questioned seductively. "Find out for yourself, firecraker" Ember responded, resulting in Sodo quickly pinning her to the bed with her legs spread so he could see. "That'll be a no then, such a slut for me aren't you princess"

"Yes sir"

Sodo grabbed her, laid down and placed her on top of him, allowing her to ride him with the skirt sexily disguising everything. He continued massaging her breasts as they both moaned. "Fuck princess, you look so fucking sexy in this set, I could just stare at you forever" Sodo said, flipping her onto the bed with him on top of her. He continued thrusting into her, his eyes staring at her mark.

Overwhelmed with lust, Sodo bites into her mark, harder then usual. Ember let's out a cry of both pleasure and pain, causing Sodo to realise what he's done and quickly retract, looking at his mate with fear. He then notices her mark, it's bleeding. "Oh fuck Em I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bite that hard" Sodo says, worried. "Lick it up, bad boy" Ember replies seductively, signaling to Sodo that she didn't mind and that he is forgiven. Sodo sticks out his tongue and sexily laps up all the blood from his mates neck, making Ember moan in ecstacy. "Bite me more Sodo, make me bleed" Ember finds herself requesting, not realising how much she liked this. Sodo happily obliged, carefully biting her all over, making sure to pierce the skin just enough to draw blood, allowing him to lap it up like a cat. Ember just loved the feeling of Sodo licking up all her blood, so much that she could feel high starting to climb. "Oh Sodo, fuck, fuck me I'm gonna cum" Sodo carried on thrusting into her, biting into her one last time, causing both of their orgasms.

Once they had come down from their high, Sodo grabbed a mirror, allowing Ember to look at her pierced self. She was covered in his bites, but she loved all of them.

[the-au-queen]

How pretty is Reagan Ridley?

Please bear in mind that somehow haven’t managed to watch season 2 yet, so any and all info about her looks is from season 1.

Now let’s break this down. I got the idea for this post when I saw a youtube comment pointing out Reagan’s “charming underbite” (no really, that’s what they called it). So I thought more about it because now the thought was in my head.

- one of the Kennedy clones calls her a 4/10, to which she responds “I’m a 7 with make up and filters”

What do we learn from this? Make up and filters generally hide flaws like unclean skin, make your eyes look bigger and brighten up your face, but they can only do that much. I’m talking about basic make up here because I don’t think Reagan would be that talented with it (unlike Gigi)

- she has a hook nose, constant eyebags and an underbite

Now, the last thing could just be a stylistic choice, but the nose and eyebags still stand. She has a bad sleeping schedule and furthermore, her eating habits aren’t all too healthy, her brows are unplucked, she probably doesn’t take care of her skin because she’s more focused on her career. Her hair care is probably also not the greatest, she just does what gets the job done and wears a ponytail because it’s practical. We’ve seen her with her hair down and I’d say it’s the look she goes for when she wants to make a good impression, so it’s one of her better looks. These things don’t make much of a difference because they can be easily changed with some self care.

- Rafe Masters got really attached to her, and she has been able to score several dates

Now the dates we could write off as her just casting a really big net, but Rafe Masters? The James Bond parody who only dated gorgeous women? No matter how charming he thought her to be, that man is shallow and wouldn’t date a so called 4/10 for longer than a one night stand. Reagan also wouldn’t have been able to score that many dates on a dating app with her personality (the reason half of them left on the first date). So clone Kennedy just has bad taste.

- she’s half Japanese

Well, a little less than half, considering Rand literally altered her DNA, but half Asians are generally perceived as very pretty in most circles. She also comes after her mother, so I’d say she definitely has that down.

- her body type

I can’t believe I’m writing this part, but here we are. Reagan has.... she has boobs. Compared to other women we see, like Gigi, Tamiko or Kate, her stand out significantly more in size, both in her work clothes and when she dresses up. I’d put her at around.... I don’t know, a DD, maybe more. I wouldn’t say she’s the kind of person to wear a push up or pads, so that just leaves her being stacked. Which isn’t really anything beauty related and more of a sexual thing, most women being called pretty actually have pretty normal sized breasts, but it is definitely something to take into account. She’s also rather slim, probably very little extra fat (which is most likely due to her not eating healthily, we know she doesn’t do any sports), so overall, she has a nice figure.

Additional thoughts: We see her as a kid where she was taken care of and she didn’t look that bad. Growing up (with Rand) really fucked her over. She deserves a vacation with lots of pampering. Or ten.

Now let’s do a tally. Considering most factors relating to her beauty are fixable with just proper sleep, food and some self care, I’d put her at a 6/10 when she doesn’t bother and an 8/10 when she does, even without make up. So yes, Reagan is pretty. She just doesn’t focus much on it.

[primordyalsoul]

ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE? In her canon verses she tends to smell very sanitized, almost too clean, like a hospital. As for other verses, her scent is not something she puts much thought into besides from basic hygiene, so she'd smell like just a basic mild soap. However, she does like subtle vanilla scents in shampoos and conditioners.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE? Cold! Whilst this is true across most verses, in canon ones her body temperature is naturally lower than what a human's should be, though they do warm up if held for long enough. They're also soft - despite the action she typically encounters throughout most verses, her actual hands are not often physically affected. Rarely does she initiate physical contact herself, but when she does it's very gentle.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY? Not much. Due to her unnatural creation, her body doesn't function quite the same as a humans, so whilst she can eat she doesn't need to often to live. As such she doesn't cook for herself often, only having things like instant ramen and coffee in her flat for when she does need to eat. However, when given food by others she savours and enjoys the new flavours.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?    Surprisingly, yes! It's very gentle and melancholic, with quite a wistful tone to it, though she hardly ever uses it. It's a wasted talent in that sense since she doesn't see the value in having a hobby that doesn't serve the progression of her purpose. Even in her E.nstars verse, where she of course sings often, it sound rather empty despite still being pleasant on the ears. Even though she is technically using her voice, it takes a while for her to really find it.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? She actually has a whole lot of bad habits revolving around not valuing herself. As seen by her living conditions, she doesn't have the energy or will to keep it very tidy or homely, and she's neglectful of her own wellbeing unless she's ordered to rest. As for nervous ticks, they're not very distinguishable from her normal behaviour unless you know her quite well. Inconsistent eye-contact is a sign: too much staring or avoiding someone's gaze. Falling quiet as she struggles to verbalize herself, then apologising for not being able to speak clearly or understand something. Being idle and lingering somewhere or near someone are also signs she's preoccupied about something.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR? Her school uniform in canon verses, as she doesn't own any other clothes. In other verses, her clothing focuses on bejng practical and/or comfortable: jumpers and cardigans, flowy or pleated skirts, cotton and linen shirts, jeans with looser fits. She doesn't look unstylish, but its clear she doesn't think about self-expression and wants to stay in the background. Self-expression and style is something she learns to experiment with more when she starts to look after herself more.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO? Yes, though not to many people, certianly not initially. But despite struggling with expressing feelings, even positive ones, it's clear to see her affections for others if you know what to look for. As said before she doesn't often imitate physical contact, and she's not always the most well-spoken, but she will go out of her way to do things for people she cares about. Favours, offering to help them with things or doing so without asking, listening to them and offering advice if she can. She's very protective in the sense that she wants to look after them and make sure they're as content as possible. She'll also give gifts sometimes. And though touch is something she hesitates to initiate, she welcomes it from people she cares for; particular holding hands, and hugging, as she's not used to such tender and warm touches. When she's comfortable enough with them she'll reach for them more.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN? Curled up in a foetal position more often than not. 

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? Absolutely not! She makes a lot of people jump becasue she's hard to hear even in the rooms she is in GSHDG

Yoinked! Tagging you, reading this if you want! <3

[spinster-sisters]

LADEVOTEE k.hj

Summary: Your life might be mundane to others in a city of stars and wanna-be's, but you don't care. You're just trying to keep your head down and work hard, even if all your friends just don't get you. Also, How is it that everyone knows Kim Hongjoong and you don't? is there really anything that special about him? The answer is yes. The real question is, is there anything special bout you? He seems to think so.

Warnings: afab reader, swearing, alchohol use, people being assholes, car sex, unprotected sex, marking, probably some other stuff, let me know this is really long.

Wc: 21.1k (i know im sorry)

Author's Note: Yeah this is totally based on the Panic at the Disco song, no I don't like any of their new music basically at all but that one slaps. Also, I've had this idea for at least a year and I've tried writing it like three times but this is the first time its worked. maybe that's why its so long.

🔸comments and reblogs are appreciated🔸

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You don’t know how the fuck you got here, really in truly. The sun had set about an hour ago, but the air was still warm and a pleasant breeze wrapped around your bare shoulders and ruffled your dress. You weren’t dressed for the occasion at all. You wore light florals, fit for a friendly gathering. Not at all what this party had turned into.

From where you stood by the bar you could see the party unfold into picturesque chaos around you. Everyone was too beautiful, too graceful, and too confident, even as they jumped into the pool with their too expensive clothes still on. It felt like a scene out of a movie. If your life was a movie right now, it would be called “wallflower”

You looked to the skyline as it seemed to be the only place you could look without staring at someone. California was a desert, people always seem to forget that. And everyone knows the desert is best at night. There were no stars, the lights from the city shown too bright, but from this house's spot on a hill, you could see all the twinkling lights of life in the city around you, illuminating the sparse clouds in the sky making them glow against the black.

You used to love this city. You used to love being from LA and living the magic. But as you grew, things became a little duller. The world became a little too real. You barely had time to stop and admire it. But to others, the city glowed like the sunset that just passed. Deserts also have amazing sunsets. And the place drew people like moths to a flame. That’s who most of these people were anyway.

You couldn’t see anyone you came with, and you didn’t even know whose house it was. The text your coworker and friend had sent you was simple ‘I’m picking you up at 8, wear something cute.’ This text had woefully underprepared you for tonight. But it’s not that what it’s like here in LA? A chance invite to the right party could be enough to set your career on the fast track. And a party was never just a party. Except you weren’t an aspiring actor or musician, you were a hairdresser. So no, this was not your scene.

Your phone rang in your pocket. It was Macy, your coworker. With a huff, you fished the last drops of your drink, set down the glass, and pushed your way to the far back of the patio where the pounding house music would not be so loud in your ear.

“Where are you?” You asked into the phone, not waiting a moment for pleasantries. You could hear voices in the background over the phone, but suspiciously no music.

“I’m going to the beach with some friends I met, on no! Did you want to come?” Macy's bubbly voice called through the receiver. She practically screamed the words to be heard, but a slight tremor of a slur told you she had drunk herself into this situation.

“No, Macy-“ you cut yourself off with a sigh, “what did you need?” You asked in exasperation. Just as you spoke a loud cheer broke out from the partygoers behind you. A glance over your shoulder allowed you to see many of them crowding the big glass doors that led to the patio and the rest of the party inside. You whipped back around.

“What?” Macy asked after a beat.

“You called me Mace, did you need something?” You spoke slowly, enunciating into the phone. Your patient was wearing thin.

“Ummm, oh wait yeah! Can you cover my clients tomorrow?”

You didn’t even try to stop the groan that left you. You loved Macy. You did, but covering for her every time she had a hangover was getting exhausting. Especially since this time she had dragged you out with her as well.

“Yeah fine, call me if you need me to come to get you.” You replied dryly.

“Oh my God! Thank you so much! I love you!” She called into the phone before the line went dead.

You sat in shock for a moment. Why did you agree to that? It’s not like you had a stick up your butt or anything. You loved parties, you loved drinking with your friends and having fun, but this? This party was way too Hollywood Hills for your taste. And now you couldn’t even get drunk to enjoy it because you have to work tomorrow.

You turned back to the sea of people. The party was still bumping it seemed even wilder than when you turned around a few minutes ago, but it seemed to have lost the magic sparkle that you had been quietly admiring only moments before at the bar.

You debated just leaving altogether if you hadn’t just finished a drink. You would have to give yourself an hour or so before you felt safe to drive though you were definitely not drunk enough to jump into the sparkling crystal water as the other girls had.

“Why the long face?” A voice you recognized inquired. You looked up to see Anthony, he was the manager of your salon, and one of the people who had dragged you out here and essentially abandoned you by the bar. It wasn’t his fault. It was wrong to blame your shitty night on him, but it was just so easy with him standing in front of you.

“I’m taking over for Macy tomorrow,” you reply drily as ever. It wasn’t rude but even then you felt guilty for taking it out on him. Before you could even voice an apology the tall skinny man was laughing.

“Such a team player! I knew I did the right thing by hiring you.” Anthony patted himself on the back, spilling a bit of his drink across his baby blue shirt.

Just as you were about to comment on it another man approached your conversation, but this one you did not know, but by god did you want to.

A small but lithe hand landed softly on Anthony’s shoulder. Patting at the damp spot. The hand was attached to an arm, bare completely except for a few small tattoos that were inked into blemish-less golden skin. The arm was attached to a well-built shoulder wrapped in a tight black sleeveless top. Muscles bulged from the shirt, not in an overt bodybuilder way but just enough to distort the word written across his chest, the man had a jean jacket thrown over his other shoulder. And holy fuck, the collection of silver chains and trinkets that hung around his neck.

As your eyes moved up to his face your breath hitched. He was easily the best-looking man you had ever seen. Sharp and defined eyes, a pointed nose, and a wide smile curved into his lips showing rows of pearly white teeth. All of this was topped with more piercings in each ear than you could count and bright cherry red hair styled effortlessly to perfection.

If Anthony noticed your gawking, he didn’t say anything. And the man hadn’t even looked at you yet. As your manager turned to look at the man his eyes lit up.

“Hongjoong! My man, it’s good to see you, I didn’t even know you were here!” Anthony cheered, before returning the gesture with a pat on the shoulder. Now it was the man’s, or Hongjoong you suppose, turn to speak.

“Only just arrived, got caught up by some old friends at the door.”

Oh my lord, his voice was like honey. The reflection from the pool danced across one side of his sculpted face as he spoke, his bright smile only stretching wider.

And then it clicked. When you were on the phone earlier, the people cheering, the crowd by the door. This man wasn’t just a man, he was The Man. The kind of hug everyone wanted to know, the one they all wanted to call friends, the one everyone just knew was gonna make it big.

This thought alone was enough to pull you out of your daydream. Yeah, you had no chance with him. It's not like you didn’t think you were hot enough or cool enough. More like, you weren’t known enough.

And as if to prove your point, as soon as Anthony finished whatever sentence that he had started and you didn’t hear, Hongjoong bid farewell and walked away, without a glance in your direction.

Just because you didn’t have a chance didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to admire the way his stylish clothes clung to his body. And you couldn’t help but notice the way you could hear the click of his boots even over the pounding music.

There was no way you could stop the words tumbling from your lips.

“So what’s his deal?” Luckily they came out far more nonchalant than you felt, in fact, you were dying to know. But you never got a clear answer.

“Wait? You’ve never met Hongjoong? How is that even possible, everyone knows Hongjoong!” He looked stunned.

“Well I don’t,” this time you didn’t even feel bad for being annoyed.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you!”

before you even had a chance to reply or feel mortified that you were about to be introduced to a man that had completely ignored you, Anthony took hold of your shoulder and was leading you down the pavement to a small set of stairs. Two steps down then it leveled into a small but equally crowded fire pit area. You barely had time to look around at the beautiful bodies around you before you stopped directly in front of the best of them all.

Somehow Hongjoong had already been integrated into a group of others, who were already hanging on his every word. Anthony pushed past several of them before depositing you at Hongjoong feet. From where he sat at the fire pit, you could feel his gaze burning you as it moved up your body, for the first time that evening you felt truly self-conscious about your outfit, you could practically feel his gaze analyzing every inch of you before landing on your face. His eyes held your gaze without moving, his hand halfway in the hair as he stopped mid-sentence, no expression painting his features but a stone-cold stare.

“Hey, I almost forgot to introduce you to my friend!”

Anthony called over your shoulder.

As if the words flicked a switch. Hongjoong’s face morphed into that wide bright smile, he reached out one of those perfect hands to you, you couldn’t help noticing electric blue polish on some of his nails. His entire body seemed to ooze charisma when only moments ago he looked as cold as stone. It seems he had finally decided you were worth knowing.

“Hi, I’m Kim Hongjoong, lovely to meet you.”

-

“Wait Hongjoong showed up after I left! No fair! I wish I had stayed.”

It was exactly one week after the party. As Macy spoke you ran a comb through her hair, snipping lightly at the ends. You had no customers for an hour or so and Macy had all but begged you to trim her sleek back hair, while you had the time.

You paused to take a sip of the iced coffee that was acting as your lunch, you would never do this with a customer, but if she wanted her hair done during your break she would have to deal with it.

“Does everyone know this guy but me?” You asked aloud, you hadn’t really expected an answer but Macy gave you one anyway.

“Well duh, it’s Kim Hongjoong, he’s gonna be famous one day.” She spelled it out as if you were missing some great point.

“Yeah, I gathered that,” you huffed. Returning to her hair.

“Listen, Kim Hongjoong is a really cool guy. He has some cool raps on sound cloud- don’t give me that face it’s actually really good.” At the mention of sound cloud, your eyes had rolled so far it was impossible to miss as she was facing the mirror. But she continued.

“But that’s not even it, his real thing is producing, he does all of his own songs but he’s also helping out a lot of other people, and not just nobodies, some of his friends have connections and I bet it’s only a matter of time before he gets a job at a real label working with real celebrities.” She explained, her face twisting into a satisfied smile at the end.

You couldn’t help but sigh. You had lived in LA all your life, and much of the glamour had lost its touch to you, but Macey had only moved out here 3 years ago and was obsessed with celebrity culture. That and her well-off parents allowed her to live way more comfortably than you could on your commission, not to mention they footed the bill for her partying habits. You didn’t mind covering for her, LA was expensive and any customer she didn’t take was extra money for you, it’s not like she would miss it. Macy, though she was technically older than you, felt like your little sister in a lot of ways.

“What did you guys even talk about? You don’t have anything in common.” You knew she meant no harm by the words but they still stung if only a little.

“We didn’t actually talk that much, Anthony introduced us, but there were so many people around him all trying to get his attention I barely think he heard my name.” You replied honestly, snipping again at her hair.

“Oh well, that makes sense, like I said he’s very popular.” She shrugged. You ran a brush through her hair before tapping her shoulder.

“Yeah whatever, you're all done, get up my next customer is gonna be here in a few minutes.”

You brushed off your shoulders before unclipping her apron. Macey all but squealed. Getting to her feet she admired herself in your mirror before whipping around with her hands clasped and a bright smile.

“OMG! Thank you it looks too good!” She hugged you. You returned it just as tight.

“Well thanks again babe, but I have to get going, Shane is picking me up soon.” She swooned.

“When’s he going to make you his girlfriend? You asked with a chuckle, re-organizing your tools. She had been spilling to you about her situationship for weeks now and honestly, you doubted he was the kind of guy who even wanted a real girlfriend, but a happy Macy made your life easier, you were better equipped to be her shoulder to cry on when it went south then try to stop it. You couldn’t with the last guy.

“I don’t know, hopefully soon!” She called on her way out the door.

You heard to bell tinkle to signal her departure. You finished setting up for your next client, slowly bopping your head to the music playing in the salon. You had been so focused on your task that you almost missed the tingle of the bell letting you know someone had entered. When you looked up you had expected to see Mrs. Alton a middle-aged woman with a wealthy husband who tipped exceptionally well. But instead, leaning against the counter, in shredded jeans and another god-forsaken tank top was a mop of cherry red hair. He was looking around at the decor with mild interest.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

At first, you were confused, then mortified, then suddenly, as you remembered that there was no way this man was here to see you, you were about to turn back to your station when you realized that your salon's receptionist was nowhere to be found. Damn lunch breaks.

As you approached the counter you once again realized how not dressed up you were. I mean, you're at work, it’s not like you would ever normally need to look good there beyond being presentable, but with how stunning Hongjoong looked even in his causal clothes you suddenly wished you had picked a better outfit.

You made your way behind the counter and Hongjoong turned to you.

“How can I help you?“ you asked, sounding convincingly casual as if you hadn’t just been talking about him mere minutes before. You internally giggled about telling Macy that she had just missed him once again.

Hongjoong’s face was blank at first, then recognition dawned on him.

“Hey, I met you at Gabriel’s party,” he mentioned in an off-hand way. Cool, at least now you know whose house you were at. You didn’t know who Gabriel was.

“Anthony didn’t mention you worked for him.”

“Well, didn’t really have the chance did he.” You point out. At this Hongjoong cracked a faux bashful smile. Even when it was fake it was still beautiful.

“Sorry about that by the way, you know how parties like that get.” He explains in an off-hand way. No, you didn’t know how parties like that get, but you also didn’t know how to tell him that it’s actually just like that for him. Because everyone loves him.

“Well, how can I help you?” You ask, trying to keep him from realizing just how different you are from him. Yeah, you had already accepted that that just wasn’t going to happen, but you still wanted him to like you. It seemed like that was his superpower.

“I need to see Anthony.” He replied,

“Anthonys not here right now, what did you need him for?” You ask.

“I was gonna ask for his help with my hair, normally I do it myself but now that it’s getting longer I think I need professional help.” He winks. Upon closer inspection you can see now that he wasn’t lying, the roots of his dark hair were beginning to show, and although his hair was styled well, you could see the beginnings of damage from the low-quality dye.

“Oh well, he isn’t really taking new clients right now but I’m sure he’d make an exception for his friend, I’ll put you in his books.” You reply, turning to the computer and clicking the mouse to wake it up, leaning over slightly to see the screen better.

“Oh there's no need for that,” he calls, when you look up in confusion Hongjoong is leaning fully onto the counter now, face much closer to yours.

“You can do it.” he replies, with what could almost be called a smirk. You can’t help it, you blush. And what’s worse, your fucking stutter.

“U-um well, I’m busy right now, not many openings.” You murmur, turning back to the computer as you feel your cheeks flush.

“Come on,” Hongjoong all but whines, “even for a friend?” He asks all too innocently, batting his eyes at you. You are a weak, weak woman.

“Well-“ you start, nodding your head while thinking it over. You had one spot today. Right at the end, you had purposely not booked anyone at that time, planning to leave early and maybe treat yourself to the new spa that opened across the street with a bit of the extra money you had earned from covering for Macy. You glanced longingly at the storefront through the window before caving.

“I have an appointment right now but if you want to come back at 3 I have some time then?” You asked.

Hongjoong’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas.

“Great, It’s a date then.”

And just like that, he was gone. The only sign he was ever there was the doorbell quietly tinkling as it closed. You stood there dumbfounded. If this were one of the romantic comedies being made a few miles away right now, or if you still believed in the magic others thought this city had, you would be giggling like a schoolgirl. But this wasn’t a movie, this wasn’t a meet cute, and this most importantly was certainly not a date.

You were still staring blankly at the door when Mrs. Alton walked in.

-

Your fingers tapped at your phone nervously as you sat in your salon chair. 3 o clock ticked nearer with every second. Your eyes instinctively scanned the room again, as if expecting him to appear suddenly out of thin air. Thank god the door had a bell. The salon was significantly emptier than it had been at 12 today. Many of the other stylists had gone home as it was a Friday and lost like to get out a little early if they could. Like you could be doing right now.

3:05, he was officially late. But it’s ok, most people are at least a little late, it’s not the end of the world.

3:10, still not here, probably just got caught in traffic.

3:19, you were just about to give up and see what the spa could do for you before they closed at 4.

3:23 the doorbell tinkled. Your head whipped up. Hongjoong stood in the doorway, looking around before locking eyes with you and giving your a crooked smile.

“So, ready to get started?”

Not going to lie, you had expected him to be a little more apologetic about making you wait, at the very least a half-hearted excuse. But this was your first lesson on Kim Hongjoong, he came and went as he pleased.

You could only nod.

As you made your way to the wash bowl you suddenly realized you were going to actually have to touch him. In hindsight, of course, you would, but as the man himself settled into the chair, and you helped the chair recline him to position his head comfortably in the bowl and turn on the water you found yourself hesitant to actually touch his hair. You tested the water against your had for temperature.

“Are you ok? You keep frowning.” Hongjoong asked aloud. This snapped you from your spiral of thoughts.

“Yeah sorry, I was supposed to leave early today. Is the water ok?” You mention as off-handedly as you could, adjusting the water temperature one more time before finally wetting his hair. The first time you ran your hand through his cherry locks it was barely a ghost of a touch.

“Oh, I must be special then,” Hongjoong shoots back with a grin, completely ignoring your question. You turn away from his face, deciding there was no reason to torture yourself by looking at him when you had a perfectly good excuse not to. You soaked his hair fully with the sprayer as you responded, less and less hesitant with every touch.

“You know you are,” you say more to yourself than him. You hadn’t meant it to sound the way it did. You were simply pointing out that he must get a lot of favors from friends, but as you looked away from his hair to grab the shampoo you couldn’t avoid the smirk growing on his lips.

You count yourself lucky that he did little more than giggle at your little slip of the tongue. You began to work the shampoo into his hair, bringing it to a lather. You both fell silent after that.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that you realized just how much dye was leaking from his hair onto your hands.

“What brand of dye do you use?” You ask with a frown, running your hand through his hair again, watching as the water that came out ran pink even after the shampoo. You chance a glance at his face only to see his eyes closed. He looked serene. For a second you thought he had fallen asleep before his mouth moved.

“I don’t know, whatever I can find.” He replied, not opening his eyes. Instead, he adjusted in his seat, resting his head against your hand.

“Your really good at that, feels like nice.” He remarked. You are over this man completely out of your league making you blush. Choosing to ignore his comment entirely you continued.

“Whatever it is, it definitely isn’t good for your hair.” You mumbled.

Eventually, you finished washing his hair and turned off the water. Once again slightly convinced he has fallen asleep until he groaned at the lack of contact.

“Don’t stop yet.” He whined.

“Sorry, gotta get you into the chair.” You reason. Moving your party of two to your station.

About halfway through working on his hair in mostly silence, Hongjoong looked up from his phone.

“So why haven’t I seen you at anything before?” He asked casually watching your concentrated face in the mirror as you applied fresh dye to the roots. The bleaching process had already taken longer than your expected and it was nearing 4:40

“Not really my scene.” You hoped to placate him with your short answer, but Hongjoong who had clearly been getting antsy in the chair was not satisfied.

“Why not?”

“Well, big crowd, even bigger house, it’s easy to feel out of place.” You give a slightly more honest answer.

“Out of place? How?” This piqued his interest, and Hongjoong sat up straighter in the chair. You hesitate, brush in hand staring at the spot you planned to place your cherry red dye thinking it over.

“I don’t know, all those people that go to those things have big dreams of making it big or something, it’s all about networking and being seen being cool than actually having fun.” You try to explain as best you can, especially since Hongjoong was one of those people.

“So your not?” Hongjoong asks.

“Not what?” You shot back, returning to your work. The place was basically empty, with only one other stylist working on a customer on the opposite side of the room.

“Not trying to make it big, don’t have a dream?” He asks, trying to meet your eye in the mirror. You can’t help but sigh at his words.

“I mean, I do have a dream, it’s just not to be famous.” You reply.

“What is it?” He continues to pry. You huff, setting down the brush in the bowl of vibrant color, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

“Just this, I want to be a hairstylist, and a good one. Maybe run my own salon one day, who knows” you trail off.

“Sounds like a good enough dream for me,” he replies with a wink.

You didn’t expect Hongjoong to be satisfied with that answer, but you couldn’t help but smile back at him at his words. If he could see the value same in your job as someone with a dream of being a star then maybe you had the right idea.

“But you're wrong though, about those parties,” he continues, lifting his lightly tattooed arm to tap his temple with a smirk. You chuckled at him. You were finding it easier and easier to talk to him, at the very least it was making time to by faster, and what the hell you can admit it, he’s cute. Not just in a beautiful man kind of way, but also in a quirky and charming way and it was working on you.

“Do tell,” you indulge him with a smile and continue your work.

“Yeah there are people doing that stuff to get head but if you think about it like that then anything can be boring, you gotta have fun with it.” He explains, waving a hand in the air.

“Take this job, for example, you are doing it to be good, to hopefully run a salon day. Which is good, that’s what you want. But can’t you think of anyone who’s just doing it because it’s a job, something to fill their day? In that way, you are kinda like those people at the parties trying to get ahead” Your mind flashes with Macy’s face and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Ok, I guess I see your point.” You say with a smile, applying the last of the dye.

“K, we just have to let that sit for a while then rinse and dry then your good to go.” You say. You glance at him in the mirror only to see him already staring at you with a plotting grin.

“What’s that for?” You ask, apprehensively.

“I’m going to teach you how to enjoy yourself more.” He replies with a smirk.

-

“He said that! He really said that?” Macy screeched through the FaceTime call. She had initially called you the moment you got back to your apartment to spill about her “date” with Shane, and it took until your dinner was almost made before you had the chance to tell her about what she missed today. Oil popped in the pan as you continued stirring your food. Your phone was propped against your mug. As you looked down at her face you could see her sitting up straight in her plush covers after you told the story.

“Yeah Mace, but don’t make a big deal about it. It’s Hongjoong, he’s probably just bored, he’ll maybe invite me to one party before he gets bored and moves on to the next person if he even remembers at all.” And you meant it, even if he was ridiculously charming and seemed interested at the time, Hongjoong was still Hongjoong.

“I mean yeah your right, it’s weird he even offered in the first place, no offense babe,” she stared,

“None taken,” you reassure, turning off the stove and platting your food.

“But even then, that totally sounds like he’s asking you out and that is sooooo out of character for him!” She shoots back over the phone. This catches you off guard. You hadn’t thought about what Hongjoong’s love life must be but thinking about it now you’d imagine it to be pretty full.

“What do you mean by that?” You ask, taking your phone and plate and moving to the couch to eat and watch some TV. You crossed your small apartment and landed on your second-hand couch with a huff before kicking your feet up on the coffee table.

“I mean, that Hongjoong hasn’t dated anyone in years as far as I know. I’ve heard he’s had causal hookups and stuff but nothing seriou- Holy shit! Do you think he’s just trying to hook up with you?” She shrieks. You had just taken a bite of food and almost choke as those words fell past her lips.

“What? No! Mace, I don’t even think it’s a date! He probably just said it because he felt sorry for me or something but it’s not like I need it. In fact, I can almost promise I will probably never see him again.”

And as if by the divine intervention itself your phone dinged with a text message.

[unknown number]

Hey, this is Hongjoong, I got your number from Anthony, I hope you don’t mind.

7:02pm

It must have shown on your face.

“Oh my God that’s him isn’t it.”

You sigh.

“Goodbye, Macy!” You say loudly stopping her from continuing to explode on you.

“Bye, babe! Tell me what he says!”

Then your phone clicked to silence. Another message pinged.

[unknown number]

So I was thinking, I have just the thing I want to do with you. Are you free tomorrow?

7:04

You frowned. Working on weekends wasn’t required by any means. But this city was face paced. Even something like being a hairstylist was fast passed, if you wanted to achieve your goal you would have to put in the time. In fact, it never seemed like you had enough. But nevertheless, you did have work tomorrow, in the morning only, but you would be exhausted, and you already knew you wouldn’t feel like going out. But even then, you found yourself giving in to Hongjoong, he seemed worth wasting time on.

[you]

I have work in the morning but I guess I have time after.

7:05

You took the time to put his name on your phone.

[Hongjoong]

Great, what I have planned would work better at sunset.

7:05

You can’t help but roll your eyes at how Macy would react if she found out he wants to take you somewhere at sunset. That might be a detail you have to keep to yourself.

[you]

Ok, what time then?

7:05

You forced yourself to put your phone down and take another bite, turning on the TV and loading up your Netflix account.

Ping

[Hongjoong]

I’ll pick you up at 5

-

This time you had a warning, time to prepare. When you texted him your address you had asked what it is you were doing this morning all he had sent back was a winking emoji. You expect some kind of party seeing as how he had extolled their virtues before, but even if it wasn’t you were determined to look good.

But you didn’t want to look like you had dressed up for him either. Even though you totally had. It was a fine line to walk. You were happy with your ensemble though. And now the waiting game. And of course, he was late again. You kind of expected it this time, however. That doesn’t mean the extra minutes in his absence didn’t let you ponder the idea of not going out at all, your couch was awfully comfortable at the moment.

When he eventually texted you he was outside you made your way out the door. There was a black Honda Civic parked out front, and a head of freshly dyed cherry hair looking out the rolled-down windows. You were almost surprised it wasn’t something more fancy considering who was driving it but you had to remind yourself, that he hadn’t made it, yet.

He got out of the car when he saw you, greeting you with a smile before opening your door. This was starting to feel suspiciously like a date, but as if determined to prove Macy wrong you forgot to thank him.

As he pulled open his own door and sat down with a grin he turned to you.

“Sorry I was late, I was working on some new stuff.” He explained. This time offering an explanation.

“Is that what happened yesterday? Working on new music?” The words leave your mouth before you could stop them and you almost apologize before he laughs.

“Who told you I work with music?” He asks, leaning over slightly as if to whisper but he spoke at full volume. You realized your mistake. Great, now he knows you asked about him. You almost stutter a reply but he only raises a hand to wave it off.

“It’s ok, I did a little research about you too.” He shoots back turning the car on and beginning to drive with a smirk. This catches you off guard.

“Ok, what did you find out.”

“That you're an LA native, that’s great by the way, I think that’s going to make this even better.”

During the drive, Hongjoong is keeping a casual conversation. Of course, he is as sharp-witted and engaging as always, but you can tell whatever it is he has planned is occupying most of his mind.

“So do you always work that much before appointments?” You ask, trying to keep the conversation lit.

At that Hongjoong chuckles, though a bit exasperated.

“I guess yeah, feel like I’m always working, not enough hours in the day.” He sighs but keeps on smiling.

“Really? I thought you were all ‘you got to enjoy life’” you reply, realizing as you look out that he’s taking you into Hollywood.

“I am, don’t get me wrong. But hey, that’s life, you got to make the most of it in every way you can. To me, that means to play hard but work even harder to make up for it.” Hongjoong speaks these words resolutely, you can tell these are the words he lives by and you store them away in your mind. You can tell they are going to nag at your brain later tonight.

It has already been bothering you how much time you’ve been giving Hongjoong, time you could be using to work, or on yourself. But here you are, using your precious hours with him. Why you don’t quite know yet.

“We're here,” Hongjoong announces.

It only took a glance out the front windshield to know where he had taken you. Around you was a parking garage most filled but through the gaps in the concrete, you could see what was waiting outside.

“You took an LA native to Hollywood Boulevard? You ask, whipping your head to look at him incredulously. He was already watching you with the faintest hint of a smile.

“Come on, when’s the last time you’ve actually been out here, seen this part of town?” Hongjoong prodded, clicking open his door and standing up from the car. You pushed open your own door.

Hongjoong looked oddly giddy standing at the end of the car. Shifting his weight from foot to foot as you pushed the door closed and turned to face him.

“Ok, if we’re doing this is we’re doing it right.” You reply, standing up straight as if to accept the challenge. Hongjoong’s grin that hadn’t left his face since you arrived only widened.

“That's exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Hongjoong spun on his heel and began walking to the elevator. You take several large steps to keep up with him before coming into step next to him.

“So what is it that you want to see out here?” You ask. If he hadn’t been here before then your sure he at least had something in mind.

“As much as we can” he shoots back, approaching the elevator and smashing the down button.

The two of you made your way up and down Hollywood Blv, as the sun fell lower and lower in the sky. It was of course packed. People from all over both dressed to the nines or in what could only be described as hiking clothes swarmed around you guys as you followed the flow of people. Flashing signs and creative graffiti littered the streets, and Hongjoong often stopped to photograph his favorite ones.

Every once and a while Hongjoong would point things out to you. Of course, you had been there before, many times in fact, but Hongjoong’s eagerness was beginning to rub off on you. As the minutes ticked on you couldn’t help but feed off his energy, becoming just as excited to point out a clothing store you loved or funny bumper stickers on cars. You each dragged each other into the shops that piqued your interests and pointed out restaurants you’d like to try one day.

Hongjoong had been particularly keen to stop at an ice cream shop he heard was the absolute best in the area. Hongjoong’s hand grasped your arm, lopping his through yours before pulling you inside. Cold air blasted you as you stepped through the threshold, a welcome comfort from the LA heat outside.

The interior was decked out, trendy decor and bubbly signs welcomed you as you made your way to the counter. One thing both you and Hongjoong seemed to have in common was people watching. You liked to guess where the families on vacation were from based on their clothes or how the group of rowdy boys in line ahead of you met based on their words. It was slowly becoming a little game of yours.

You wouldn’t call it eves dropping, not when the boys were speaking so loud they could easily be heard from where you stood behind them, but just as you leaned over to point out that one of them was wearing a shirt from a local college when you heard a snip of their conversation.

“Dude that chick behind us is kind of cute right?” One of them nudged another. He lowered his voice, but definitely not enough. The one he nudged attempted a casual look over the shoulder before responding.

“She’s with her boyfriend bro just leave it alone.” He replied.

At first, you were slightly impressed by the initiative taken by the second boy to not bother a lady in public, but then the first part of his sentence rang in your ear. Boyfriend. You looked down and noticed that your arm was still looped around Hongjoong’s even as he looked aimlessly around the room, he kept you locked to his side.

Your face flushed when you looked away from Hongjoong. His side profile was gorgeous, all sharp and angled, but his eyes were round as he took in the room with a curious expression.

“Do you think that’s real?” He asked aloud suddenly. When you turned to follow his gaze he was staring at the back wall of the shop, covered in succulents attached to the wall.

“I doubt it, probably too much upkeep.” Your reason, but the heat was still rising in your cheeks and you slowly slipped your arm from his. He didn’t mention your slight side step away from his side, nor the way your head turned away from him as if to look around the room in interest as well.

“I’ll bet you five bucks it’s real,” Hongjoong replied and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“You’re on.”

Ice cream in hand and down an extra five dollars you both pushed out of the shop. The sun was getting lower and lower in the sky. Hongjoong was leading again, walking against the flow of people towards the Hollywood walk of fame.

When you reached it there were still quite a lot of people wandering around, but the sea of people had dispersed some. The sun was hanging low on the horizon, the sky lit up with bright reds and oranges, and the cloud turned pink in the late afternoon light. The first cool breeze of evening air tickled your skin as you began your walk down the path.

“Ok I admit it, this has been pretty fun, if not a little touristy.” You joke as you inspect the names of the stars beneath your feet.

“I never understood how people can live in such cool places, but refuse to ever come and see the things people travel to visit. Seems like a waste to me.” Hongjoong mused, stopping at Meryl Streeps star and looking out to the sunset

Hongjoong was glowing in the golden light. The cherry strands of hair almost looked like wisps of fire as they blew gently in the wind and caught the light. Your heart clenched at the sight but you pushed those thoughts away.

“Where are you from then?” You ask. At these words, Hongjoong looks at you in mild confusion.

“I’m from LA.” Was all he said, as though he expected you to already know. You were taken aback, all day you thought he had been seeing things for the first time. If he had been here before it was amazing how much love he still had for the place.

“Oh, I didn’t know.” You stammered, unnecessarily embarrassed.

“Well, technically I was born in Korea, but I don’t remember it much, I’ve lived here most of my life.” He explains starting to walk again. You follow a few paces behind, just watching his back as he maneuvers gracefully through the crowd. Even these people who didn’t know who he was seemed to part for him to walk through.

After a moment, Hongjoong realizes you're lagging behind and turns to face you. The sun is just barely peaking above the horizon now and it casts a halo of golden sun around his head. Hongjoong reaches out a hand and takes yours firmly in its grip.

“Come on, try to keep up” he shoots with a wink.

-

“Yeah, that was a date.” Macy mused, working product through the hair of her client.

“Sounds like a date to me,” the older lady in her chair agreed. Macy's station was next to yours. As you both worked on clients through that Monday Macy had been mildly pestering you about what had happened, eventually closer to the end of the day, you finally gave her a few details just to get her to stop asking.

The old lady in her chair had been actively listening, offering her thoughts and wisdom that came with age. Your own client, the old lady’s husband couldn’t seem less interested in the conversation happening between his wife and the two stylists. The couple are regulars for you and Macy. She liked to talk, so she went with Macy, and he liked to sit quietly and get his hair trimmed so he sat with you. At least once a month this was the routine.

And this was the conclusion that they came to, even without the sunset detail.

“I don’t know, I don’t really know what I expected going into that but Hongjoong is a lot different than I would have imagined. You made him seem like some wanna-be celebrity. The more we talked the more he seemed like just some guy.”

That was the understatement of a century on your part. Hongjoong was an intelligent, hard-working, and creative individual, who enjoyed far more of the little things in life than the average person. Not to mention the most attractive man you’ve ever met. Definitely not just some guy, but your point still stands, practically every time you’ve seen Hongjoong so far he has surprised you.

“So what did it not go well? Did you not have a good time?” Macy prods, continuing to style her client's hair. You had finished with her husband, but there was still some time in his slot and he enjoyed sitting next to her and you didn’t mind.

“I had fun, but what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know him that well, it seems early to call it a date. Besides if it was one, wouldn’t he have just said it?” you try to reason.

“She’s hopeless.” The old lady mused, waving a wrinkled hand in the air.

“You're telling me,” Macy agreed, putting the finishing touches on her hair.

“So he told you he wants to hang out again right?” Macy inquired after the couple had left.

“Yeah but not in a concrete way, more like a causal suggestion. Like I said before, he probably will just move on to the next person.” Your reason. The thought made you sad, you really had enjoyed spending time with him. But Hongjoong knew a lot of interesting people, it wouldn’t surprise you if he forgot about you in a week.

Macy watched your face and read your expression like a book, a knowing smile taking over her face.

“Who knows, maybe this is the start of your life as a somebody.” She giggled.

-

As it turns out, it seems like you were right, it had already been two weeks and you heard nothing from him. Not that you had been expecting to, but it still made you a little upset.

In fact, you were a little peeved. Sure you know you're probably nowhere near the most interesting person in his contacts, but not even a single text from the man in that amount of time felt a little like the cold shoulder.

Ok maybe you were being petty, you could admit that, but you began asking around about him, specifically looking for anything to hate him over. You didn't have a huge amount of friends, especially not close ones which were basically limited to just Macy and Anthony, but you had the numbers of a few of the people in their circles so you messaged them all with one purpose. Dirt on Kim Hongjoong.

The problem arose when no one seemed to have an ill word to say about him. Everyone glowed about him, about his talent as a songwriter, about his exceptional style, about how everyone says he's the best. But you noticed something strange in your endeavors, it seemed like no one was actually that close to him. Not one person could name a single interest of his outside of producing or maybe drinking. The more you looked into his life, the less you found. It seemed he also had a knack for keeping everyone at a distance.

And it had to be on purpose because from what you saw at this "Gabriel's" party, he always had people around, people dying to know more. But from what you could tell he just wasn't talking.

People were curious why you wanted to know so much about him, and it's not like you could just come out and say you were looking for a reason to not like him, but to your surprise, an excuse about a shy friend who happened to be into him (certainly not you) revealed an interesting tidbit that may have given you a reason.

A friend of Anthony, Keller, had said,

"tell her to not bother. Hongjoong is a great guy but he really doesn't want to waste his time with people who aren't worth it."

This set alarm bells ringing, but since your a sadist you chose to pry even more. Keller gave you the following words of advice to tell your friend, totally not you.

"Don't get me wrong, Hongjoongs a people person. But too many people who want to get to know him, he's allowed to be selective with his friends."

From what you can tell, 'selective' meant completely turning people away. But you took that and ran with it. And the more people you asked, the more this pattern appeared. Hongjoong was too good for everyone else, at least in their opinion. And by extension too good for you.

So yeah, you're in a bad mood.

Your life went back to being remarkably routine, more so than it had been before Hongjoong if that was even possible. That probably wasn’t true, it just felt like it after those two days you spoke to him.

That was the fact you kept reminding yourself. It was only been two days, you really can’t expect to become best friends with someone after two days. Maybe you had thought Hongjoong had just as good a time with you as you had with him, but maybe you were just too boring, or too different. Whatever, it’s over and done with. Back to life.

Almost every day you woke up by 8 o clock and were out the door by 8:30. Sometimes you stopped for coffee or a smoothie on the way to work to spice up your morning. You worked client after client each day. Both Saturdays so far Macy has called in with a major hangover, and her extra clients had taken up the time you would be using to wallow in your thoughts.

You once again had no reason to dress up, no reason to leave your house for much else than work and the occasional trip to the grocery store. You had already finished 3 whole seasons of Downton Abbey in your little free time.

So yeah, back to life.

On Sunday Anthony took pity on you and insisted you join him for a drink at a small local bar after work.

You could be a heavy drinker when you wanted to be. But work had kept you from indulging, even now tomorrow was another early morning so you were scheming a way to get home and into bed soon.

Ping

[Hongjoong]

You busy tonight?

8:21

“Who’s that from,” Anthony asked, leaning over the booth to peak at your phone, already a few drinks in and getting nosy.

You quickly pull your phone away from his gaze and shoot him a stern glare.

“None of your damn business.” You grumble sipping your drink. But the text had already worked wonders on your mood. Maybe all those people were wrong, Hongjoong wasn't keeping people away, he was just busy. You couldn’t stop smiling as you typed out your response.

[you]

Yeah, I’m free, what’s up?

8:21

If you had taken a single moment to self-reflect it would have been ironic how quickly you agreed to ditch your friend when he had to drag you kicking and screaming out in the first place. Ping.

[Hongjoong]

Great, I’ll pick you up at 10

8:22

Now your lips were stretching into a full smile.

“Now seriously, tell me who that is.” Anthony tried again, reaching out to try and swipe your phone but you pocketed it before he had the chance. Downing your drink, you stood up.

“I got to go, Anthony, thanks for inviting me out.” You explain already gathering your things.

“Wait what? You're leaving already? What about the night out?” He asked like a child about to throw a tantrum.

“You know me, Anthony, have I ever been the type to enjoy a night out?” You ask, already walking to the door. Oh, how ironic.

By the time you got home, you already had an outfit planned in your head and ran to your room to put it together. Hongjoong was artistic so you thought he might enjoy the old white converse from high school covered in doodles. At the very least he would notice them right?

He hadn’t mentioned food, in fact, he hadn’t mentioned anything, so you made yourself a quick snack and were already planning how late you could stay out without being too exhausted tomorrow while you munch.

By the time 10 o clock rolled around you expected him to be late, but you were still waiting on the couch, dressed ready to go with shoes on and a purse slung around your shoulder.

By 10:30 you had started pacing by the window. Watching for the familiar black Honda Civic to roll into place.

At 11 you considered sending a text, but the desire to stay aloof was winning.

At 11:30 you finally caved.

[you]

Hey, you almost here?

11:33

No response. Dread had been building in you for the past hour. Slowly eating away at your confidence, the more you looked the more you hated your outfit, and the longer you waited the more sure you were he wasn’t going to come. But still, because you are a fool you stayed sat on the couch with season 4 of Downton Abbey playing on the screen in front of you. You were barely watching. The characters were moving around from scene to scene surely providing you with top-notch entertainment if you had bothered to pay attention. Instead, you chose to continually check your phone every minute until midnight in case a text magically appeared.

On the wall next to you was a large mirror, just in the right position to see your own face out of the corner of your eyes every time the blue light lit up your face.

Dread turned into anger. You could have had a perfectly good night at the bar with your friends exchanging customer horror stories and already be in bed by now. Instead, you were sitting in the middle of a dark and empty room glaring at the TV. Ping.

You practically threw your phone in your attempt to pick it up the second the noise sounded. Yeah, you felt just a little pathetic at how quickly your mood soared at the sound.

[Hongjoong]

Sorry, can’t make it. Working.

12:25

Your heart sank twice as deep as it just rose. Once again you berated yourself for being so hung up on a man so far out of your league. You forced yourself to remember the things others said about him. Kim Hongjoong, he’s gonna be big, always moving, always working, and loved by everyone. No, his time is precious. He doesn’t need to waste time with you.

-

You were down the next two days. Anthony didn’t mention it, as long as you got your work done who was he to complain? If he noticed that your bad mood started on that night that you left early she hadn’t asked. Macy on the underhand couldn’t let anything go.

The two of you paced through a clothing store, the kind too expensive for you to buy but you enjoyed browsing as much as she enjoyed buying. You flipped through the racks, occasionally pulling out a shirt that captured your fancy before returning it to the rack. This was the type of store that played bass-filled music far too loud to have a normal conversation, but Macy stopped for no one.

“So Shane and I broke up,” Macy spoke, voice raised over the music, you severely doubted that they were ever actually together but you weren’t about to bring that up now.

“Oh, Mace I’m sorry.” You started to console.

“Oh no, don’t worry I’m fine. I’ve already found someone better!” She sings songs at you. You can’t help but sigh as she continues shopping. Always the same with her, no matter how much you loved her, or how much you wanted to help, she never took your advice. And maybe you were a bit salty she was able to get over it so quickly but that is something you will keep to yourself. But your frown was there all the same.

“Doesn’t this just make you feel so much better” she mused, picking out a sequin dress and laying over her arm with her growing pile of clothes to try on.

“For the last time Mace I’m fine.” You grumble, flipping past an electric green shirt, back hunched slightly to better see the clothes in front of you.

“Whatever you say, babe, just let me know when you're out of your funk. It'll be nice to talk to my friend again.” She sighed.

Several hours and several stores later Macy was hauling several large bags back to your car. You loaded hers, as well as your single bag into your trunk to drive her home.

As you drove the sun was setting, and you purposely ignored the ways the colors lit up the sky and the way the palms blew in the breeze.

“Hey just so you know I told Anthony you would cover for me tomorrow afternoon,” Macy spoke up halfway back to her home. You approached a stop light and her words shocked you just enough to hit the breaks a bit harder than necessary. You heard the backs moving in the back and the huff Macy let out, her back hair falling in her face.

“What the hell?“ she asked quietly, adjusting her hair.

“Macy, you can’t keep ditching every time you feel like it.” You shoot back coldly. Maybe it was the timing, maybe it was that she didn’t ask, or maybe it was just your bad fucking mood, but you didn’t care. Macy whined in response.

“You said you don’t mind covering for me!” She pleaded. You sigh, rubbing your furrowed brow in frustration.

“Listen, Macy, it isn’t that I mind covering for you, it’s that it’s becoming more and more frequent. Aren’t you worried about losing your job?” You argued, agitation still dripping into your voice. At that Macy giggled, fucking giggled.

“Oh no, I’m not worried about that. Besides you like having the extra money right?” Macy brushed your words aside, flipping the mirror down and reapplying her lip gloss.

You stared at her in a mix of amazement and furry. Shaking your head you tried to evaluate your emotions. You had told her it was ok. And it was her life, you really needed to stop trying so hard to help hers when clearly she thought she didn’t need it. With a huff, you shook your head and turned to stare at the light till it turned green. Either way, you were allowed to secretly think her life was going to end up a mess.

You dropped Macy off and had just begun your drive home when a text pinged on your phone. You knew better than to text and drive but figuring it was just Macy saying she forgot something at the next light you peek at your phone, completely unprepared for the massage illuminating your screen.

[Hongjoong]

I’m picking you up tomorrow at 1

5:43

You scowled, quickly trying to type your response before the light changed.

[you]

I’m working tomorrow.

5:43

Perfect you though. Short, but not rude. But more than anything, a clear no. You weren’t about to do that again. Get hung up on him again when it is clear you are just a passing fancy in his life.

[Hongjoong]

No your not? I checked with Anthony yesterday. Free all afternoon.

5:45

You read the message when you arrived home. Secretly you cursed Anthony for revealing such information to ‘the enemy’ at the moment, but as you hadn’t bothered to explain your bad mood lately how would he know?

[you]

Not anymore, apparently, Macy told him this morning I’m covering for her tomorrow afternoon.

6:02

Setting down your bags you went to swap your laundry, purposely ignoring the sight of your phone on the coffee table. But when it buzzed again, like a poor lost soul who hadn’t quite learned their lesson, you checked it.

[Hongjoong]

“Apparently?” She didn’t ask you first?

6:09

You sigh, plopping yourself on your couch finials succumbing to the conversation.

[you]

That’s not how Macy operates.

6:10

[Hongjoong]

I think you need better friends.

6:10

Now you're frowning even deeper.

[you]

What, like you?

6:10

The three dots appear as soon as your message is sent, you watch them appear and disappear several times before his response is sent.

[Hongjoong]

Yeah like me, is there something so wrong with that? 😅

6:11

You almost groan in frustration. How is it that everyone you know is so wound up in their own lives they can’t see what’s right in front of them? Hongjoong, while his message may be objectively sweet cannot seem to see the irony in him lecturing Macy about her disregard for your time when he himself did the same thing two days ago.

[you]

Either way, I can’t go. I have to work.

6:12

You try to keep your messages light but even you can see how short you're being.

[Hongjoong]

Are you sure? Please, it will be fun. She can work her own shifts for once, maybe she’ll learn something about time management.

6:13

Once again, his lack of self-awareness made you want to scream. None of these people would ever change, and you knew that all too well. You lay your phone face down and leaned back into the couch and shut your eyes for just a moment, blocking out the world.

The worst part is that you wanted to go. You wanted to go so fucking bad. And hell, maybe Macy should have to deal with her own problems for a change.

You mulled this over for the rest of the night, taking a mild pleasure in making Hongjoong wait for you for once. But as the hours ticked on you couldn’t help it, Hongjoong was just too magnetic, too convincing. How the fuck were you supposed to say no to him?

[you]

Fine but you're going to have to tell me where we’re going first.

9:56

Within seconds the three dots appeared.

[Hongjoong]

Great, we’re going to the Griffith Observatory.

9:56

At this, you chuckle. This is quite possibly the first semi-predictable thing he has done so far.

[you]

Do you have a thing for tourist destinations?

9:57

[Hongjoong]

There’s a reason people like them!

9:57

you can’t help it. Your smiling, god damn it, it’s just too easy for him to get inside your head.

[you]

Isn’t that very? Rebel without a cause?

9:57

You joke, there are quite a few movies that features the famous observatory, but this one had always been your favorite. And as Hongjoong was clearly a bit of a rebel himself, you couldn’t help but make the parallels between him and the main character of the movie. He was certainly handsome enough to play the leading role.

[Hongjoong]

Why? Do you want me to pick a knife fight to defend my honor? I could do that. I’d have to go buy a knife.

9:58

You chuckle at his reference to the movie.

[you]

No, just buy a red jacket. I think that would be enough to set the scene.

9:58

You shouldn’t let yourself get carried away. This was getting dangerously close to flirting. But it was an unfair fight, your heart versus your head, and your heart doesn’t get to win enough.

[Hongjoong]

I already have one.

9:58

-

Somehow, you did it. You marched right into Anthony’s office and told him you couldn’t cover for Macy today. He had begged and pleaded with you, apparently, Macy was on the other side of town, and would have to start driving here right now to get there on time for her appointment.

So you told him to tell her to start driving.

Macy hadn’t arrived yet when Hongjoong appears, as you exited the salon you shut your phone completely off. Anthony had technically never given you exact permission to leave, but all of your clients were done for the day, and Macy left early without repercussions on occasion as well.

The door clicked shut behind you. Hongjoong stood impressively against the side of his car. Black ray bans contrasted perfectly against his bright hair styled to be slicked back out of his face save for a few stubborn strands that brushed his dark eyebrows. His hair perfectly matched the color of his red zipper jacket with a popped collar. Were it not for the excessive amounts of jewelry and the frankly too cool for school, heeled boots he would look almost exactly like the character from the classic 50s film.

“Up to standard?” He asked, lifting his arms and shifting his body to turn from side to side. You can’t help but giggle along with him.

“Absolutely”

The car ride to the observatory is as filled with music. Hongjoong had offered to play whatever you like, but seeing as how you hadn’t actually heard anything he’s made yet, you were still skeptical of just how good really good was to Macy.

And the answer was Very Good. Even the songs that were not performed by him, only produced had a certain quality you couldn’t help but bop along happily to. Whenever you chanced a glance at Hongjoong you found yourself even happier with the choice you had made. He looked dashing in his outfit, and his side profile still left nothing to be desired absolutely perfect. His lips mouthed along to the words silently and his hand tapped against the steering wheel in time with the beat.

Yeah, he may not be self-aware, and would likely leave you just as depressed as he had last time, but it was easy to forget that when sitting next to him.

Hongjoong pulled into a spot near the front of the parking lot. As it was a weekday there weren’t many people around as there might have been. And the grass in front was being taken over by small clusters of people, some pick-nicking families, and friends, as well as couples walking hand in hand. You remember how his hand had felt in yours on Hollywood Blv. They were soft but strong, and fit perfectly into yours.

“So do you wanna see the show?” Hongjoong asked. Your head whipped to his after staring off into space.

“Nah there’s no need, if you're from LA I bet you’ve gone to see it on a school trip at some point right?” You reason, starting to walk in the direction of the statue.

This time it was Hongjoong who was forced to keep pace with you.

“Yeah I have, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be fun again,” he reasoned. He’s walking much closer to you now. His hands are clasped behind his back as he walked, and every so often his shoulder or elbow brushed against your side.

“Planetarium shows are all the same. They tell you all the least fun parts of astrology than that the world is going to explode in a billion years.” You reply, coming to a stop to look up at the marble.

“I never took you for the astrology type.” He shot back, stopping just as close to you.

“It’s less that I actually believe in it and more that it’s just something fun to think about.” You explain, beginning to pace around the perimeter of the statue, eyes not leaving its clean marble surface.

“Fine then, tell me about myself. My birthday is November 7th.” He quizzes you with a smirk.

“Oh you're such a Scorpio,” you sigh dreamily, turning your head to bat your eyelashes at him, poking fun at the situation.

“What are you then?” He asks, leaning against a small post on the right side of the path.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You tease, turning back to the statue.

In a flash you feel his presence remarkably close behind you, then his head is dropping onto your shoulder, looking up at you with wide puppy dog eyes that make your heart skip a beat. The effort to remain unbothered but just how close his face is to yours is hard. You can better see every detail and line on his face, as well as the shadows cast by the eyelashes on his lower lid. Fuck, stop staring.

“Yes, I would.” His voice comes out smooth and almost sultry. Now you're sure with his proximity he will be able to hear your heart beating in your chest. He blinks, once then twice. And then he’s gone, walking only a few feet away, head thrown back in a chuckle.

Air rushes into your lungs and you can practically still feel him resting on your shoulder, but it’s clear now what that was. He was playing the game, the flirtatious game you had started without intending, not meaning any of it. And he had won.

“Come on let’s go inside.” And just like that, his hand is in yours again. Hongjoong please give your heart a break.

The show you arrived for is only about half an hour long. As you expected there wasn’t much in it that you didn’t already know from years of public education, but Hongjoong was right it was always fun to see the stars so up close.

As you wandered around the exhibits indoors you noticed again how into all this Hongjoong was, either this man had a million hobbies or he was just a nerd. Either way, it’s kinda adorable.

“So do you take all the girls to see the stars?” You joke after a few minutes of silence reading the displays. You know you're playing a dangerous game by bringing up his love life given what you’d heard from Macy, but after your exchange earlier you simply couldn’t stand not knowing.

“Hmm, now that I think about it, no. You're the first.” He mentions it in an off-hand way. But you do like what you hear. And now you want to hear more.

“Why not? Not cool enough for stargazing?” You joke, trying as hard as you can to be nonchalant as you walk to the next display.

“I don’t have time for most people. Most of them aren’t worth it.”

You stop in your tracks at those words. Hongjoong just kept walking in front of you as if he hadn’t just dropped that on you.

“What do you mean ‘not worth it,” you ask, still stunned. His next words are like a realization of your worst fear, it's one thing to hear and assume from the words of an acquaintance, but it was another entirely for him to say it.

“I mean the majority of people are boring,” he starts, still seemingly not noticing that you are not at his side as he begins to look at the next exhibition.

“Those people who don’t do things with their lives, who only follow me around at parties like lost puppies because they are so desperate. It’s a little pathetic.” He explains, as though talking about the weather, “so like I said, not worth my time.”

Of course. You should have known. Every time you speak with him you let yourself forget what kind of person he is and every time you wanted to kick yourself for letting this get out of hand. How could he be so disrespectful to others so causally, when so many of them just want to be his friend it’s like he can’t see them till they prove their worth. You're still standing rooted to the spot a few feet away.

Hongjoong, glances over his shoulder, looking in your direction, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Don’t worry, I’m not talking about you. Once Anthony introduced you I knew you must be worth it.” He started, he walked back over to where you stood and leaned down ever so slightly to meet your eyes.

“And you have proved me right, so far.”

Hongjoong took your hand again and began pulling you along.

“Come on, love, more to see.”

Sometimes you hate his stupid perfect face. You hated how when he spoke to you he seemed so real like you had a connection, and he wanted to show you things he hadn’t shown to others. And then sometimes he said the worst kinds of things.

You remember his face when he first meet you, how he didn’t even spare you a glance till he knew you were close to his friend.

And even know the way he spoke about those other girls, like they were just a waste of time, somehow not worth more than the bare minimum.

Maybe you should be happy he thought you were different but how could you? This man was unstoppable and unchangeable. What made you think he would change for you? “So far” he had said, when you did disappoint him, there was no doubt in your mind you would be pushed to the side. It was no longer a suspicion, it was a fact. So this time you told yourself resolutely. This was not a date.

-

When you returned home and turned your phone on there were about a dozen notifications from Macy and Anthony each. You skimmed most of them with a sigh before reaching the final one from Anthony, giving another reason to fill you with dread.

[Anthony]

We need to talk.

3:45

Nope, not right now. First things first, shower and food. Once those are taken care of everything else can come after.

Your destressing process is much more complicated this even than usual. Mainly because what the fuck was that Hongjoong? It’s shouldn’t have surprised you. If you had just listened, listened to everyone else and your own brain you wouldn’t be in this situation. You would have stayed in your own lane, far away from Kim Hongjoong.

But you didn’t, instead, even when you should be thoroughly repulsed by him, why the fuck won’t your heart spot fluttering every time you close your eyes because all you can seem to remember is his eyes lighting up at the colorful displays at the observatory.

Either way, you need to purge yourself of him. At least for the time being. Right now you make the decision that next time he texts you because if you learned anything at all from today’s encounter, he for whatever reason decided that you are worth talking to, and will likely text you again.

It’s just annoying that that realization came after his complete disregard for the people that revere him.

And now that that whole fiasco has been felt within your mind, it’s time to deal with the other.

Clicking your phone to life you press Anthony’s contact, hitting the call button and bringing it to your ear already mentally prepared for whatever he had to say.

“What you did today wasn’t cool.” Anthony’s voice sounded through the phone. It takes all you have not to groan. Of course, you would be the absolute first person to get in trouble for something like this.

“What no hello?” You ask, trying to ease the tension. But Anthony holds firm.

“You left early today. I honestly can’t believe you did that.” His voice carried an edge that didn’t suit his carefree attitude and it rubbed you the wrong way.

“I don’t know what you're talking about, all of my clients were done.”

Here’s the thing, you know exactly what he’s talking about, but you just want him to admit that he’s mad at you for not doing Macy’s job and hopefully he realizes how stupid he sounds.

“You know what I mean, you were supposed to cover for Macy today, she missed two of her appointments.” He replied. This confused you a bit.

“And then I said I couldn’t. Besides I thought you said that if she came in right then she’d make it in time for her first one.” You fired back, still feeling ridiculous you’re even having this conversation.

“She couldn’t get away.” Was looking he had to say to that. Now you're actually scoffing.

“Couldn’t, or wouldn’t?” You reply, tone as icy as his.

“What is it you're trying to say?” He asks, voice raising slightly. You begin pacing the floor of your apartment as you speak, the blank walls staring at you as you go.

“You know what I mean Anthony, I love Macy too, but you know damn well this wouldn’t have happened if she had just worked like she was hired to do!” As you talk your voice raised to match his tone.

“But you agreed to cover!”

You almost blow up. Almost.

“No Anthony. No, I didn’t. She told you that without asking me as I explained to you this morning so I cannot for the life of me figure out how this is my fault!” And you conclude your rant you pause dramatically to wave your arm in the air knowing damn well he cannot see you over the phone.

“Because Macy is Macy! Her happiness is important to me and it’s not like you haven’t done it before!” He called through the phone, exasperated as if he doesn’t understand why you were being so difficult.

“What about my happiness Anthony? How come she gets to have a life and I have to be there whenever anyone needs me!”

“Macy is my girlfriend.”

“What?!” You stop mid-stride, feeling like the wind was knocked from your lungs, but you don’t stop to catch your breath, “you’re the new guys she’s dating?” You ask, trying not to blow a fuse.

“Listen, we didn’t want to tell everyone right away, but since your my friend I expect you to keep this to yourself. So, you can’t expect to yell at my girlfriend right? So here we are. I’m not going to punish you or anything, just don’t do it again.”

Click. And the line went dead.

What the fuck? Did that really just happen the way you heard it? You’ve always thought Macy's dating life was going to bite her in the ass, turns out it’s all been culminating into you getting yelled at. How the fuck does that happen?

“I need a fucking drink.” You say aloud to no one in particular, maybe the walls would agree with you.

-

The next three weeks are, irritating to say the least. Once again, radio silence from Hongjoong, but this time you're thankful for it, one problem at a time.

You had away been amused, if not a little concerned by Macy’s behavior, but since your fight Anthony. It’s done nothing but tick you off. You used to feel protective over her, trying to guide her in the right direction whenever possible, but you came to realize that really only went one way. Yeah, Macy called you her ‘best friend’ but over the past few weeks, you’ve been less than proud to have that title.

After your spat with Anthony, at first, you thought she didn’t know it had happened, because when you walked into the salon with a chip on your shoulder Macy had remarked,

“What’s wrong baby cakes? Still feeling down in the dumps?” At the time you thought, ‘there is no way this girl understands the consequences of her actions.’

But as you were setting up your station she came wandering over and dropped this juicy nugget.

“Hey Anthony told me what happened, sorry you got yelled at and all, but I was going to come in, if you had just stayed till I got there it would have been fine.”

And then floated away like a fairy without a care in the world.

And then for the next three weeks, work went from exhausting to running you right into the ground. No punishment my ass.

Yeah sure you didn’t get an official punishment or anything, but since Macy started dating the boss it’s like her already feeble workload got cut in half, and since the other stylists are smart and kept their heads down they rarely got assigned any extra work. But no, Anthony had decided that all this extra work could only be trusted with his ‘best friend.’

Macy never kept men for too long, whether she left them or they left her, either way, you pray to any god that will listen that whatever they have going on will end. And soon.

It was a rare rainy Thursday in California. The drops could be heard over the soft music of the salon as you kept casual conversation with the client in your chair. Macy was working next to you, happily chatting away with every snip of her scissors.

And then you heard it. The song faded out as the radio station introduced the next song. You couldn’t hear the name over the gentle calming noise of rain and voices in the room but after about 30 seconds of gently bopping along to the melody, you caught it.

It was Hongjoong’s fucking song. It wasn’t him performing it, that much you could tell. The voice was far too rough to be his almost melodic rap, but you remembered those words. You almost dropped the clippers on your hand. Luckily they weren’t turned on, but your grip still tightened on them dangerously. You remember him telling you in the car that he was working on selling the song to some label. You specifically remember him saying he didn’t think it would happen because he was insisting on having full production rights on the project. You had even consoled him over the fact. But here you are, listening to it on the radio.

It’s kinda strange. He fucking did it. He made it, he’s a producer now. Well at least the radio silence made sense now.

You had been distancing yourself from Macy for the past few weeks for what you feel are completely justified reasons, but quite frankly she’s still your friend and you needed to share this moment with someone or you were going to explode.

“Hey, Mace?” You asked, turning to face her station. She was laughing at something her client had said. She turned to you with a smile.

“What’s up?” She asked as bubbly as ever. Now that you had her attention it was safe to return to your work.

“This is Hongjoong’s song.” You reply simply, hoping that would be enough to convey your emotions. You watched from the corner of your eyes and she paused, tilting her head but a bit so to hear the music.

“That isn’t his voice?” She asked more than said.

“It’s not his voice but it is his song.” You replied, turning on the clippers and getting back to work.

“Oh my gosh, that's so cool good for him! Hey, wait are you still talking to him?” She prodded. Really you shouldn’t have got her started because there is no way she would have ever let that conversation end there. Even with the clippers in your hand drowning out the end of the song, both clients in your chairs had heard the whole thing and though they didn’t say anything were both clearly dying to know, you could see them both eyeing you in the mirrors. Even if they didn’t know the man himself. People really are nosey.

You sigh, “not really haven’t heard from him in a few weeks, guess we know why now.” You reply plainly, you want to keep your voice neutral, any sign of discomfort would be enough to have Macy reeling with excitement. Oh the drama, if it had ended badly right before he took off. The crazy part is that even though he may not think that, it kind of did to you.

“Well if he texts you again let me know, I want to know just how fancy of a dinner he takes you on with a big new paycheck.” Though she says that last part more to her client, a young girl who erupted into giggles.

“He’s not really the dinner type.” And that was not a lie.

After that day it only took another three for your phone to chime with a message from him. Work was still insane and intolerable most of the time, and you still have every intention of keeping that promise to yourself, but that doesn’t mean you can’t read the text.

You were on your break, sitting at the coffee shop a few doors down from your salon. You still hadn’t tried that spa yet. You were thinking of it longingly before you received the text.

[Hongjoong]

What are you doing tonight?

12:13

You had already rehearsed this conversation in your head and now it was just time to act on it.

[you]

I’m busy.

12:13

Cold? Perhaps. But you meant to be. You didn’t want to give him any wiggle room because on three previous occasions he had turned wiggle room into spending a large amount of time together. And if one rejection was all it takes to get rid of him then good riddance.

Honestly, you were mad at yourself for even entertaining the idea of seeing him again at all. When you look at him from the outside in, he was rude, self-centered, and thought way too highly of himself. Basically, he’s gonna do great in the music industry. The fact he thought highly of you too was the only thing confusing you right now. Because when you looked at him from where you stood, on the pedestal he had put you on to be on the same level as him, he was remarkable. Talented, inquisitive, and oh so very charming. Not to mention he made your tummy erupt with butterflies.

But no, right now you're rejecting him. To put your mind at ease. What happens later is a then problem, even if it breaks your heart.

[Hongjoong]

What? Too busy even for me?

12:15

Somehow Hongjoong always said the perfect thing, but this time instead of persuading you, his choice of words only reminds you why you're doing this in the first place.

[you]

Yep.

12:15

You fire the message back. You set your phone down to take another bite of your sandwich. Staring at the screen waiting for it to ping again.

[Hongjoong]

Awe, love that breaks my heart 💔

12:15

I have something I really want to show you

12:15

Please, I’ll make it worth your while

12:15

Come on love I know you're reading these

12:15

All of these messages come through in quick succession. You watch as your phone buzzes against the metal table top with a little too much satisfaction. You take another bite, chewing and swallowing slowly, before picking up your phone and leaning back in your chair to type your response.

[you]

I said no Hongjoong, I don’t have time right now.

12:16

The best part is that it isn’t even a lie. Your workload had gone up. You often stayed far later and arrived far earlier than you have done to make up for the extra responsibilities, mostly to do with extra cleaning and bookkeeping.

[Hongjoong]

Why don’t you have time?

12:16

The message was received within seconds of yours being sent. You sigh, being honest couldn’t hurt right? Honesty is not wiggle room.

[you]

Anthony had me working harder to cover for Macy’s slacking.

12:16

Here’s the thing. You don’t want to see Hongjoong in person that was for damn sure. But strangely enough, he is probably the only person who you can talk to about this who has all the details, or at least most of them.

[Hongjoong]

Who the fuck is Macy?

12:17

You can’t help but bark out a laugh at that. You know she would be absolutely mortified if she knew Hongjoong had not a single clue who she was. A kind of bitter-sweet moment for you.

[you]

Anthony’s new girlfriend and my best friend and coworker Macy.

12:17

[Hongjoong]

Oh yeah, remember when I told you to get better friends? I meant it.

12:17

Ok, you are a weak woman, and honestly having someone side with you on this is oddly refreshing, but his next message ruined any chance of that sticking.

[Hongjoong]

They clearly don’t respect you enough for this.

12:17

Only because him lecturing anyone about respect even in your defense peeved you again, you were reminded of your mission. No wiggle room. Sitting up straight in your chair and typing your next message before turning your phone face down to finish your lunch in peace.

[you]

The answer is no Hongjoong. I’m too busy to see you right now and probably will be for a while.

12:18

You finish your lunch and grab your coffee to return to work. It’s starting to cool off more and more every day. California doesn’t really get seasons, but the wind picked up with a surprisingly icy chill against the open collar of your shirt. It’s only about a seven-minute walk back to the salon. But in those few minutes, you allow yourself to feel your first few moments of real peace in quite a while.

Your life isn’t terrible. Realistically you didn’t have much to complain about, you had your own apartment and a job in a field you love. Yeah, your friends might be on the ignorant side, but at least you had them right?

With that thought, you pushed open the doors.

You were the last back from your lunch break except for Macy of course, And all of the stylists were standing in the middle of the room, Anthony stood opposite them. When the door chimes to signal your entry the whole room turned to face you.

“Uhh hey, guys? What’s up?” You ask, not liking the looks on their faces. Anthony raised a hand to wave at you.

“Hey, glad your back, can I talk to you in the office for a second?”

Ah, there it is. Dread.

Stepping onto the linoleum floor your shoes squeaked as you walked to the back head hanging somewhat. The other stylist were quick to hurry back to their stations as you walked past.

Anthony waited at the door to the office, holding it open for you, you stepped in without glancing up at him, taking a seat in one of the chairs situated around the room. Anthony walked in behind you and leaned against the desk. He gave a long deep sigh than an even longer silence. Now he was avoiding your gaze as you stared him down, waiting to hear whatever life-shattering news he could drop on you today, as if to mock you Hongjoong’s song began on the radio. It was already climbing the charts, there was no way he came out of this without a job at some big-time label.

“So?” You asked, already ready to get this over with.

“I’m leaving.” He said, still staring at the floor.

“What?” You ask incredulously.

“I’m leaving, I got a job offer at a different salon and I’m taking it. I need to name my replacement.” He spoke slowly, hesitating on every word.

Oh my god, you were about to be made manager. You felt yourself getting giddier and giddier with every second. Even a smile slipped onto your lips.

“I’m promoting Macy.”

And then it all came crashing down.

“Your kidding right?” You say, straight up, not even bothering with pretense.

“What no? Why would I be kidding?” Anthony reels back at your words finally facing you, looking shocked and taken aback. You stood up to look him in the eye.

“Anthony you have been my boss for three years, you have been Macy's boss for three years. I need you to look me in the eye and tell me that I don’t deserve that job more than her.”

“I can’t believe you would say that about your friend, you should be happy for her!” He fires back. You scoff at him again. Nope, not this shit again. You square your shoulders and stick him with a look so hard it has him pinned to the spot.

“Anthony, if we’re such good friends like you say we are you need to shut up and listen to me for a second,” you take a deep shuttering breath,

“Macy has missed more work than anyone here combined, I have personally fixed more problems made by her than anyone else, I am here more than any other stylist, I have the most loyal clientele of any other stylist, I have the most experience and professional training than any other stylist. The reason they all looked away from me as I walked past us was that they all knew damn well that I was walking back here to hear that I’m not getting the job that I rightfully deserve.”

“Well I don’t know if I would go that fa-“ you cut him off before he can even get going but he is already cowering from your fury.

“No no, Anthony. That wasn’t a question. My question is, are you seriously going to pass up the more qualified stylist who needs the money, so you can promote your girlfriend, who’s already an heiress?”

Anthony looked stuck, he was looking around the room wildly, anywhere but you. He was gripping the edge of the wooden desk for dear life.

“I need an honest answer, Anthony, just be honest with me and we can move on from this.” You command resolutely.

At that, he finally looks up.

“Yes, I guess someone could see it that way.” He replied meekly.

“Not someone Anthony, do you see it that way?” You prod, arms crossing in front of your chest.

“Yes.”

All the tension leaves your body at once. You feel a wave of calm resignation flow over your body putting out the raging fire.

“Ok.” You start, “I’m taking the rest of the day off.” You continue. You didn’t even wait for an answer.

Pushing out the door you notice every head turn in your direction, you see Macy beaming at you like the dumb airhead she is unable to read the fucking room. You can see your next appointment waiting for you in the seating area.

As you walk to your station to gather your things Macy comes hopping over.

“Did you hear the news?” She asks, alarmingly chipper. You realized at that moment that it had not even occurred to her that she was undeserving of that job, much less who actually was. Fuck it. You need better friends.

“Yeah. I’m taking the rest of the day off.” You reply, cool as a cucumber. Honestly, someone could walk up to you and deck you in the face right now and you don’t think it would even hurt.

You walk away from her before she has the chance to start talking again. You approached your next client. You could hear the office door opening and you could bet all your money in the world that Anthony and well as the rest of the salon were staring at your back.

“Hi Mrs. Alton, I’m so sorry but something just came up, very urgent that I have to go tend to. If you don’t mind speaking with our receptionist to reschedule for next week? Any time day or night I’m yours.” You explain in your serene customer service voice, even going as far as to lower your head slightly in apology.

“Oh it’s no problem dear, your the best in town, I’d be happy to reschedule, now you go deal with that. This salon is lucky to have someone as dedicated as you.” Mrs. Alton smiles at you.

It’s almost cathartic the way the entire salon heard those words, even with the final seconds of Hongjoong’s song fading out over the radio.

“Thanks so much, Mrs. Alton, give my best to your daughter.” Your reply before turning on your heels and getting the fuck out of there and went to the goddamn spa across the street.

-

You don’t know if you should call it a moment of weakness or if you really and truly stopped giving a shit. But as soon as you sent that text you knew that this was the last of restraint out the door.

[you]

Come pick me up. I don’t care where we go.

8:45

You honestly didn’t know if you expected him to show up. You hadn’t exactly been nice to him. But it took all of 10 minutes to be outside your building. On time for the first time in his life you bet.

Now you're here, in his car, his black Honda Civic, parked at the Mulholland drive scenic drive overlook, staring out at the lights of the city. The windows were rolled down and the air was cold. His song is on the radio.

“You know, I was expecting congratulations.” He joked motioning to the stereo. Your head was leaning against the door feeling the breeze on your face. Watching as the lights from the houses clicked off one by one the later it got.

You turned to look at him. It was the most casual you’ve ever seen him, you can tell he left the house the second he got your text. And fuck he may objectively be a piece of shit to everyone else but he did that for you, and it warmed your heart to see him in only his joggers and a hoodie, a subtle reminder that someone on this rock in space had put you first. And he still looked good.

You gave a small laugh.

“Have I not yet?” You ask teasingly shoving his arm. He cracked a grin.

“No love, not one congratulation, hug, or even a text. I thought you hadn’t even noticed, I was a little hurt.” He pouted at you.

“Well maybe you’ll get one when you upgrade the civic,” you joke, returning his pout.

This led to a fit of giggles shared between the two of you, when it died down the only sounds left were soft music and rustling trees outside. You inhaled the dry desert air. You couldn’t help but feel contemplative. You could tell Hongjoong had sensed your mood. If not from your text but from everything else about you since you got into his car. He wasn’t being antsy or excitable, he wasn’t being too flirty or confident, he was just sitting there, only speaking when you spoke or to occasionally try to lift your mood.

It really was getting harder to care about what he thought about others when he clearly thought so much of you. Why you still did not know. You hadn’t done anything amazing or extraordinary to catch his attention, hell you didn’t even have a cool job. But one of the things you’ve learned about him since that first night, he doesn’t feel the need to explain himself to anyone.

“I used to think this city was magic.” You mention, staring out into the ever-darkening void in front of you, the streetlights acting like stars against the dark earth.

“Is it not anymore?” He asks, inquiring. You turn to look at him again, he’s leaning more against his door than his seat, almost completely facing you, he seemed to be observing you with the same keen interest you were giving to the view out the windshield.

“No, it lost that a long time ago, if it ever even existed.” You remark dryly.

“Black magic maybe,” Hongjoong stars pensively, glancing out the window, but then firmly back at you.

“Some people say that’s what it takes to be successful in this town.” He mused, chuckling towards the end. As if it were a joke, you were taking everything he said incredibly seriously.

“Did you?” You ask, not missing a beat, meeting his gaze in the low light of the car from the buttons on the dashboard.

“Nah, I did it the old fashion way, hard work, and dedication, years of it.” He explained, catching on to the tone of the conversation quickly leaving all jokes behind.

“Well that didn’t work for me, maybe I should try the magic idea.” You reply cynically, tapping your hand against your thigh as if trying to distract yourself from your bubbling thoughts.

“Are you finally going to tell me what happened today?” He had asked this a couple of times but you had yet to answer. But you had your own question that needed answering.

“Are these dates?” You didn’t even try to stop the question before it left your lips, at this point nothing he could say would hurt you. He looked at you, expression unchanged for several seconds. Hongjoong looked you up and down, once then twice before settling back on your eyes.

“Yes. Are you just figuring that out?” He didn’t say it to call you stupid or unaware, his face showed no sign of laughter, it was simply a question.

“I’ve had a hunch.” You shot back.

At that he chuckled again, sitting up straighter in his seat but still facing you he leaned in and rested an arm on the center console.

“So, love,” he practically purred the word, “what are you going to do about it.” A challenge in plain sight.

Once again you didn’t stop the words. For so long you had been holding your tongue about so many things but just saying them seemed to be working for you today so you might as well keep it going.

“Here’s what I don’t get about you Hongjoong. You are selfish and spoiled. You are used to getting exactly what you want from everyone you meet and everyone just lets you. You lack basic human respect a good amount of the time and honestly based on how you act to others alone I don’t know why everyone loves you so much.”

The words spill from your lips without thinking. You expect Hongjoong to be angry with you but to your shock, he’s still just leaning into you, smiling, as if waiting for you to finish. So you do.

“But for whatever reason, I love being around you. You are smart and clever, incredibly talented and inquisitive and once again to be honest the best-looking guy I have ever met. And for some reason, you chose to hide that from people you don’t think deserve your attention.”

You take another pause, but still, he’s waiting patiently. The sounds of night bugs and rustling tree branches can be heard outside but right now your whole world is in this car.

“Hongjoong, we make absolutely no sense together,” you try to reason.

“But honestly at this point I don’t give a fuck, and I just really want to kiss you.” That last part really came from your subconscious because you hadn’t even realized you had been staring at his lips.

Hongjoong was giggling again, but practically beaming at you.

“Wow I didn’t expect you to be that honest,” he replies through his short laughs. You start to shrink back into your side of the car but Hongjoong doesn’t let you. There’s a hand on your cheek, gripping your chin. He’s guiding you closer. You feel your breath hitch. And then plush lips are pressing softly into yours. He doesn’t rush you. Slowly, guiding you through the motions of the kiss, lips moving in perfect sync with the gentle music. It’s nothing more than a kiss.

Then he’s pulling away, but only just.

“What that up to your expectations, love?” He asks, voice low and mellow with a hint of amusement, you're sure you're incredibly flushed. And based on the way your tummy feels like it’s doing cartwheels and your lips still tingle ever so slightly then yes.

“Do you want an out of 10?” You ask, feeling like an idiot for saying it, but Hongjoong let’s put a real hardy laugh and continue.

“You said we don’t make sense together. I think you're wrong.” He said. You're about to rebuttal but he cuts you off by pecking your lips so quickly you barely felt it. He’s still only inches away.

“You’ve had your turn, to be honest now it’s mine.” He explains, and you find yourself nodding along.

“I won’t deny I probably am everything that you said, but I won’t apologize for knowing my worth. My only qualm is that you don’t seem to know yours.” He started. You already feel like you have so much to say but he gave you your time now you must let him have his.

“I said I looked you up, and that’s true, but I found out more than just where you were born from Anthony. I’ve never liked that guy too much but he’s a hairstylist, they always have connections, so I kept him in my good books. As for that girl he’s with, I don’t know shit about her and if I ever did I’ve forgotten it.” He explains.

“What I heard from him kind of pissed me off, to be honest. It was something along the lines of ‘oh yeah her, she’s a good friend and all but she’s a bit boring, not really up to your speed my guy’ now this was after I had just spent close to 2 hours with this cute girl. With gentle hands. You didn’t seem boring, you seemed bored. There’s a difference you know.”

You wanted to be hurt by how someone you thought was one of your closes friends described you but you didn’t care, all you wanted was for him to keep talking.

“So at first, I wanted to see this for myself. So I took you somewhere interesting, gave you pretty much free reign, and watched to see what you came up with. And fuck you were you cute.” He giggled. Your stomach did another twirl.

“But more than that you saw all the things I saw, looked at all the things I did, went to all the same places I wanted to without much prompting, and I for one had a great time. ‘Not really my speed’ my ass” he quoted.

“So if you want to keep believing that we are somehow wildly different just because our jobs are or because I dont let people walk all over me, then I will let you. I’ll drive you home right now. But if you're willing to admit that you are worth every second of my time and that every moment together has been well spent then I don’t see why we shouldn’t be together. Because I’m selfish and you're a pushover? If anything we can do better helping each other than just walking away. Don’t you think?”

And then he stops. You wait for a second to make sure he’s really done before responding.

“Ok then.” You force out. But with him still, so close it’s not even really a full sentence. But then he pulls away, back into his side of the car with a grin.

“Ok then!” He replies, only chipper.

“Ok sooo,” you start a little disoriented, you notice that your hand had been gripping the edge of the seat and you release it, “what next then?”

You look at him expectantly, as if he held all the answers.

“What do you want to be next?” He asks, urging you to continue to speak your mind. You mull it over for a second.

“I need to get better friends.” You say almost solemnly. Now, you are both laughing a bit too loud at your admission.

“We can work on that later,” he speaks through his laughs. His smile is so wide it’s reaching ear to ear and his pearly teeth shine in the blue light. Once you catch your breath you look at him again.

“Now that I think about it there is something I want to do.” You start. This is a make-or-break moment right now but you have faith in your decision.

“What’s that love?” He asks, patting your leg.

“Wanna fuck?”

If your last line got a laugh this one brought down the fucking house. He’s practically doubled over and your sure if there was any other car around they’d think he was dying from the way he just gasped for air.

“Right now?” He asked incredulously, searching your eyes for a joke. At this point, you're all in.

“Do you want to fuck me?” You ask, though you already know the answer.

“Absolutely I do,” he agrees with a smirk, the hand on your legs suddenly felt much more there.

“Then why wait.”

And that’s all it took.

You were pulled from your seat, legs slung over either side of his hips, straddling him. One of his arms reached around your waist and pulled your body flush against his. You felt your core against his sweats and your chest pressing into his own. Your heart skipped a beat as you sucked in a breath, but it was quickly stolen when the tattooed arm reached up to take hold of your jaw and pull you down for another kiss. 

Making out with Hongjoong was like an out-of-body experience. The way he ran his hand up your spine while gently coaxing your lips to part allowing his tongue to slip past your lips has made you lose your head far too quickly. 

As if he had all the time in the world, his hand ran up and down the curve of your waist, occasionally slipping down to caress your thighs and give an appreciative squeeze. You gave a small yelp into his lips but he didn’t lose the rhythm. Melding his lips to yours, then parting ever so slightly to lick into your mouth, brushing his tongue against yours.

Slowly, he began rocking you in his lap, taking a firm grip on your waist he used it to gently push and pull your body so your core pressed into the beginnings of his erection that you could feel through the sweats. You were already letting out enough sweet noises of ecstasy to encourage him. His lips were clashing hungrier against yours. He swallows up every noise you made then rocked you harder just to hear them again.

Your panties already felt soaked, stuck to your folds inside your pants but Hongjoong made no mage to remove them. Not when a particularly hard rock had sparks shooting up from your core, strong enough to make you break the kiss and groan, not when his lips wasted no time in attaching to the column of your neck, mouthing along it, not even his hand slipped under the hem of your shirt to rub soft circles into the bare skin of your waist.

Your hips were moving of their own accord now. You bucked into his lap, rolling them freely against his now hard dick, chasing the friction that burned in your core. Hongjoong began sucking hickeys across your throat. He would kiss gently at first then wrap his lips around a spot and suck hard, before swiping his tongue over the spot in comfort, he’d repeat the process several times in each spot till the marks were dark enough and visible enough to be seen the next day. You were already panting and moaning and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

Hongjoong pulled away from your neck with a pop. He leaned back for a moment, just watching. You had placed a hand on his firm chest, using it as leverage to rock onto his cock again and again. The sensation was minimal with that many layers of clothes, but this man had been teasing you for weeks. You would take absolutely anything he gave you at this point. You soaked up his low groans whenever you rocked into him especially well, just enough to make his grip on your hips tighten for a second.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened today?” He asked after a beat. Your head snapped from where it fell back to face him. You were definitely flushed, lips likely just as swollen as his but he didn’t seem to mind. He raised a brow at you.

“Now?” You asked incredulously, you almost came to a stop but when you tried, Hongjoong bucked his hips up to meet yours and his dick pressed so delicious into your cunt you felt a shock wave roll up your spine, completely losing your train of thought with a whine. “Do you wanna fuck me?” He asked, mirroring your words from earlier with a sinister smirk.

“Yes-!” You breathed, eyes screwed shut. Even though all these layers, you felt an orgasm building, the coil in your core tightening with each time you ground onto him but Hongjoong wouldn’t give you the satisfaction without playing by his rules.

“Ok, so tell me what happened.” He replied, as he spoke he smoothed the hand not under your shirt down to your ass, tapping it signaling you to start talking. With much great mental effort, you start recounting the events.

“Well, I kind of got in trouble last time we met.” You began slowly, Hongjoong rolled his hip experimentally, watching your expression change from one of concentration to one of pleasure, then fight to go back to concentration when he stopped. So that’s how you play the game, you keep talking he keeps making you feel good.

“What did you get in trouble for love?” He asks, concern lacing his voice, though his hand slipped further up your shirt. When his palm came into contact with your bra, holding one breast in his hand he looked at you expectantly.

“I got in trouble for skipping work.” You recount, arching your back, pushing your chest further into his touch. Like clockwork he bucked into you again, only this time he pulled down the cup of your bra, rolling your tit in his hand. This felt too good, there is no way you're getting out the whole story, not when your hard nipple was rubbing lightly against his hand, the feeling shooting to your core. But he paused again.

“Was this when what’s her name tried to get you to do her job for her?” He asked unimpressed. But you weren’t focusing on his words. Lost in pleasure you began grinding down onto his left again with a whine only for the hand on your ass to suddenly grip your hips and bring them to a halt.

“Ah, ah, love, that’s not how we play the game.” He coos at you. With a huff, you try to remember what it was he said.

“Yeah, it was that time.” You rush out, and you were rewarded with a kiss, a quick kiss, only enough time for him to swipe past your lips once before pulling away, your lips chased his but the burning desire in your panties was the far more pressing matter. “Keep going,” he urged, and you obliged.

“Well since then I’ve been working hard to make up for it, and I guess Anthony and Macy started dating or whatever,” you ramble. Pausing, hoping that was enough to warrant more action.

Hongjoong pulled the shirt from your body, exposing your chest to the cool night air. In a flash, your bra was gone, somewhere in the backseat probably. You’d get it later, or not, you honestly don’t care. Not when Hongjoong began rocking you again and rolling your nipple between his fingers. He tugged twice on the sensitive bud. Your hand flew up to his wrist at the sensation and your moans filled the car again.

This time he did not stop your hips but paused his hands, looking up at you waiting for you to continue after you gather your thoughts. Your core was aching. You felt ready to come any minute so you knew you had to get it out fast before he stole it away from you.

“Anthony is leaving the salon, and decided to promote his dumb girlfriend over me.” You practically spat out the words. Finally voicing your changing opinion of the girl who had been your best friend for years. But by god was it worth it. In seconds the top button of your jeans was popped and a tattooed arm dove into your panties.

“Oh look at this,” he mused, “your so wet love, practically dripping.” His fingers were cold as they slid against your heat, you yelped in surprise but Hongjoong skilled hand found its way to your clit, brushing over it with a ghost of touch was enough to have you keening. Even the lightest of touches was like a tidal wave of searing pleasure after how worked up he got you.

“Hongjoong, please! I need to cum!” You whined into the open air, staring down at him with pleading eyes. Hongjoong was grinning madly at you.

“Of course, love, see what happens when you speak your mind?” He asked, pressing a finger to the bud, your hips twitched against his hand but you nodded, biting your lip, wanting nothing more than to roll your hips down against his fingers and chase your high that was so fucking close.

“Words please,” she lulled in a sing-song voice. You almost wanted to cry or scream.

“Yes, I do now please, please! Make me cum!” You begged. He smiled at you surprisingly warm.

“Your wish is my command.” He giggled.

He rolled your clit in a tight circle that made your mouth drop open in a moan. You could no longer help but grind into his palm as he worked on your clit but he didn’t stop you this time. Your orgasm was fast approaching after having been teased for so long. You scrunched your eyes shut, and let your body take over, rutting against him, chasing every bit of friction against your core as you could, every movement had your hips twitching as shocks of pleasure shot through you.

When you finally came it was like getting dunked in a hot shower. The coil snapped and burst out with rolling heat and pleasure through your body. You had no control over your limbs as you gripped Hongjoong’s shoulders for dear life, ridding out your high as he continued to toy with your cunt, prolonging what was quite possibly the best orgasm of your life. Each touch felt like a shooting pain but it morphed into ecstasy as it moved through your body.

You came down from your high twitching. You opened your eyes just enough to see Hongjoong pull his glistening fingers from your cunt and pop them into his mouth like it was nothing. He groaned with a smirk at the taste, looking into your eyes. The desire to kiss him was so strong in that moment you couldn’t help but indulge it.

Hongjoong welcomed you, with open arms as your fell against him, chasing his lips he gave you as many open mouthed kisses as you could take. Tasting yourself on his tongue was trippy, but nothing compared to the comfort you found in moving your lips against his. He pulled away panting.

“Hold on love, you're not quite done yet.” Hongjoong whispers breathily in your ear. You look in to his eyes, a question on the tip of your tongue but your brain still felt like mush and you could only offer a questioning look.

“You want me to fuck you right?” He asked, smirking as your eyes lit up. Your hand rested against the swell of muscle on his chest raising yourself to sit up a bit better with a dopey smile.

“Yes, I do.” You nod. Your fingers on his chest start rolling the material of his hoodie between your fingers, suddenly very interested in it being gone. With a pout you tug on the material. Hongjoong has been watching your reactions with careful eyes, and his soften ever so slightly.

“Do you want this gone?” He asks, raising his hand to tug at the shoulder of the hoodie as well.

“Yeah,” you trail off, biting your lower lip in thought, so far Hongjoong has been indulging you at every turn as long as you speak up, so when his other hand leaves your body momentarily he pulls it over his shoulders with a flurry of hair and material before settling down on his seat. The blue lights from the stereo illuminated the soft planes and ridges of his chest. Your eyes were welcome to the lines of ink running across his chest in spots, creating images against his skin. This was a view you could get used to.

Hongjoong had already staked his claim on you, it would be impossible to hide the purple splotches growing on your neck after his handy work before you went back to work the next day. You wanted to do the same to him, if you were serious about being with him you didn’t want to half ass it.

Your lips met his chest, starting with gentle ghosts of kisses as you moved around before mouthing against the crook of his neck. You gave a hesitant suck against the skin. Hongjoong sighed happily beneath you, his hands returning to your body. One palm returning to gently massage your chest, making you gasp, but the other moved to the hem of your jeans, tugging them down your legs.

Once you were satisfied with the number and size of your marks you lifted up to smirk. Hongjoong returned the gesture. Your jeans were half way down your thighs, you took a moment to adjust yourself enough to get them off you completely before settling back down. Hongjoong took in your body with hungry eyes, his gaze raked over your body, his smirk growing as he went till it was a full wolffish grin. He met your eyes.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He groaned, gripping your hips, head falling back to the head rest. The words set your tummy turning but you had more pressing matters to deal with.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” You asked tapping against his taught stomach, quickly loosing patience. Hongjoong ran a hand up your thigh to your waist in appreciate.

“I’m just enjoying the view.” He muses. But wastes no more time. With his grip on your waist he begins lifting you slightly off his lap, at the same time pulling his length free from his sweats. Your mouth waters at the length, not crazy big, you weren’t worried about hurting yourself or anything, but long and thick in all the right places. It must have shown on your face.

“Who knew you were so eager,” Hongjoong’s voice breaks through your reverie. The little shit was enjoying this way too much.

“I haven’t gotten laid in a while,” you shoot back in amusement. It was a joke, but also true, even with that you knew what a nice dick look like, and he had one. Your eyes couldn’t help but stare at his hand as he pumped his length, spreading precum down the shaft in the most appealing way.

“Good thing we’re about to fix that,” as he spoke Hongjoong pushed your panties to the side and hoisted you to hover above the tip of his cock. You were dripping with anticipation, but as you stared down into his face, eyes pleading, he only looked at you with soft eyes and an even softer smile.

“Hongjoong, please, just fuck me already!” You whined.

“I think this is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen you.” He replies quietly. Your taken aback by the tenderness of the moment, and you can’t help but share the sentiments. Hongjoong always looked stunning. But in the low blue light, kiss swollen lips, and perfect skin dotted with tattoos and purple splotches, you found your cunt clenching around nothing because holy shit this god of a man thought you were beautiful, and you believed him.

But you don’t have time to dwell on that before Hongjoong is easing you down onto his cock. He’s not rushing, he lets you take your time, your head is absolutely spinning. It’s been so long since you've had something inside you and the stretch as his cock slid past your walls had your eyes screwed shut with a gasp.

Your arms wrap lightly around his neck for stability. His grip on your body grounding you as he began gently easing your hips up and down on his cock. It takes a few moments , but after a while the head of his cock brushes against your g spot and your hands wind into his cherry locks and tug because of the pleasure shooting through your core.

Hongjoong groans beneath you.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that.” He almost whines, eyes rolling back for a moment as you pull on the doors of his hair. “And you feel so fucking good, love.” He praises.

Hongjoong is fucking you slow and deep, each time he rolled his hips into you your body screams in ecstasy, loving the feeling of every inch of him pulsing inside you. Your moaning each time he buries himself to the hilt in perfect rhythm with the slow beats playing over the speaker.

Your brain has stopped trying to form coherent thoughts, you are completely at the mercy of Hongjoong, who can’t help but indulge you, not when your face morphs into blown out pleasure every time he fucks into you.

“Hongjoong-“ you can’t form a sentence, but you don’t need too, just saying his name in your fucked out voice goes straight to his dick, spurring him into action. He starts picking up the pace, bouncing you on his cock at a higher tempo, enjoying the short breaths that leave your body as pleasure shoots through your limbs. You're tugging at his hair again even if you don’t know it and it’s driving him wild.

“What? Do you have nothing else to say?”

He’s teasing you, you know he is. But you don’t care, you only shake your head no. Your hips are twitching, your cunt was still sensitive from your previous orgasm and the pain of intrusion mixed with the pleasure of getting fucked as to much. Your already so close, so close to coming on Hongjoong’s dick.

“It’s ok love, you don’t have to say anything, just keep riding my dick like that and I’ll fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?”

The filth spewing from his lips has you clenching around him as you nod, babbling out some kind of agreement. Hongjoong hisses.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He groans into your ear, angling you so perfectly the tip of his dick is pounding into your g spot hard enough to see stars.

And then one last thrust does it, the shot of pleasure is enough to send you spiraling over the edge. Helplessly bucking your hips in his lap, whimpering and moaning every time he fucks into you, riding out your high. Every muscle in your body is taught, your back arched, fingers tugging hard at his hair. It’s enough that with one final groan Hongjoong is spilling inside you.

After a moment of heavy breathing drowning out the music in the background, you finally meet his eyes again, even though yours were dropping. Hongjoong is smiling at you fondly, arms wrapped around you holding you close.

Ping.

This time it isn’t your phone going off. Hongjoong’s irritation is evident and he grumbles, picking up his phone from the cup holder and glaring at the screen. With his face illuminated by the screen you can see as his face morphs into a smirk.

“Your never gonna guess who just texted me.” He says with a plotting grin. You look up at him from his lap, you had adjusted yourself so you sat against the door, legs draped over his lap as his hand absently ran up and down your leg. You stare at him inquisitively, not even being to be able to guess out of everyone he is sure to have in his phone.

“It’s Anthony, apparently he can’t get a hold of you.” He smirks, gripping your thigh for emphasis. You groan at his name, You look around the car to find your phone face down on the floor of the passenger side, probably lighting up with messages from your boss about walking out today.

“Tell him to fuck off,” you groan, rubbing at your eyes in frustration. Hongjoong turns back to his phone, typing something back as you reach over to the passenger seat to grab your shirt. You didn’t mind being exposed to the cold air from the open window only moments ago but now you were getting chilly. Pulling it over your head you look back at Hongjoong who was putting his phone back in the cup holder, looking all to pleased with himself. You shoot him a suspicious look.

“What did you tell him?” You ask hesitantly.

“I told him to fuck off.”

[notchesandbullets]

Take it From Your Hot Neighbor Baby (Virgin!Sub!Midoriya x Reader)

Art credit: Heijiu Comics

Requested by anon: OMGGGGGG I love your writing, I was thinking If I can make a request on a smut with my baby Izuku Midoriya. Where he's so beautiful and innocent and the older neighbor next door from him likes him and basically targets him for sex which is the reader of course, and he likes her too. So then she totally doms him and invites him to her house and basically go at it as Izuku's innocent's self can't handle the pleasure the reader gives him!If you could do that I love your writing, If not it's cool!!!

Warnings: slight dumbification, precious bby izuku is 19, everything that happens here is consensual, unprotected sex, pet names, overstimulation, virgin!sub!izuku (mainly), Aged up!AU, filthy smut, dirty talk, cursing.

18+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!! i loved writing this :D (feel free to send me another to write, i’m already almost done with what i suspect is your other one xD)

Words: 4k

You grinned as the shared wall between you and your neighbor shook, signaling that the boy from next door was finally home. 

Midoriya Izuku, a passionate and utterly clueless broccoli-haired boy turned fresh pro-hero, sweet and sensitive, everything you ever wanted in a partner. That, and he was clearly too shy to approach you.

You had been neighbors with him and his mom for forever but only until recently, after his admission into UA did you start to see him in another light besides platonic. And it wasn’t until he graduated that he had completely dominated your interest in another way entirely.

It was no secret that he used to be a scrawny kid but since his high school days, he had bulked up considerably. 

Now, with the body of a tank and a soul bursting with positivity, you were completely hooked.

It really was astonishing to you how he continued to maintain that innocent personality after becoming a pro-hero. No one was that optimistic and oblivious all at the same time. 

You had started out with smaller hints, bringing him food once a week to make sure he was eating properly, taking care of him when he was sick or injured and just too stubborn to admit it and go to the hospital, you name it and you’ve done it.

What was extremely exciting at first to be interacting with him like this dulled the moment you realized this baby was so innocent that all your signals were completely going over his head.

The dumb baby. Your dumb baby.

He was fast approaching 20 but you were willing to bet he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. With the way he walked, it was as if he was still the same kid you had met ten years ago.

Your parents had long since moved out of the apartment, going closer to where your grandparents were since they were getting older and needed to be taken care of. You had politely declined their invitation to go with, asking if you could take over the lease on the place since they would no longer be living here.

As their only child, they had a soft spot for you and let you do as you pleased now that you were old enough to be living on your own. They even helped you out with the rent even though that was entirely unnecessary. 

Your day job paid enough.

An upbeat tune floated throughout your apartment and you danced along to the music in nothing but a thin cami and a pair of scarlet lace panties. Since it was so hot today, you had decided to forgo actual clothes. It was perfect, but you were definitely still sweating. 

Tapping a finger to your chin thoughtfully, you recalled how your adorable and hot neighbor’s mom was out working all day and wouldn’t be back until late. Plus, you knew that he had no hero work today, courtesy of the boy telling you himself via text when you checked up on him earlier this week.

Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head so that it brushed just below your thong clad ass and fell off of your shoulders, you fluffed your hair, giggling to yourself at your reflection in the mirror. 

Today was the day you would make Midoriya yours. 

Grabbing a few cookies from the kitchen that you had made just last night because you felt like it at that moment, you flung open your front door, knocking on his a second later. 

Hopping in place excitedly, you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm. You hadn’t even bothered to message him that you were coming over, knowing that he would prefer it be a surprise. 

“Izuku!!” You cheered when the door opened, immediately thrusting the plate of cookies out towards him. 

He staggered a couple steps back, unprepared for your sudden attack but rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile, emerald eyes shining with gratitude.

Midoriya bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Y/N!!” 

It had taken literally years before he was comfortable calling you by your first name without any honorific attached to the end of it. But it was worth the wait as warmth sparked through your heart and a soft smile adorned your features before it was replaced with a mischievous one.

Bounding up to him, you pressed your chest against his purposefully, making it so that you almost lost your balance. You gasped in mock surprise when he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to catch you, relishing in how strong his arms felt around you.

Midoriya stuttered as your boobs were practically smushed against his face by how close you were to him. Were they always that big?!

It wasn’t like he masturbated to you everyday or anything. Definitely not.

He groaned, throwing his head back as your body heat encompassed him. 

Who was he kidding, he jerked off to you every spare second he got. He couldn’t help it though. Your beautiful smile always beckoning him over, those alluring eyes of yours enticing him closer and closer until he felt as though he could combust merely by standing in your presence alone.

Giggling, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip and you batted your eyes at him. A shudder ran down his spine and you bit back a smile at the blush that sat on his freckled cheeks.

“Do you want to come over for a little while?” You asked softly, feigning shyness and you rubbed your thighs together. “I have something I want to show you.”

The action didn’t go unnoticed and Midoriya’s mouth dried as the swell of your breasts peeked up over the low scoop of your shirt when he glanced down. 

“Uh, y-yes?” He uttered, voice shaking with uncertainty as he automatically agreed to what you had asked him without even thinking about it.

You giggled, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Great!!”

He stumbled after you as you dragged him next door to your apartment, losing his balance and falling on the couch as you pushed him inside. 

Your eyes shifted from playful to concern as he landed on his back with an ‘oomph’.

You were quick to cup his face, examining him closely. “Oh no, Izuku, are you alright?” 

“Y-Y/N!!!” He stammered out, face bright red at your proximity.

“Are you alright?” You repeated, uncharacteristically serious and seeing as how you were asking him more than one question, he nodded to both. 

You chuckled, leaning in close. His cheeks burned at your proximity and although you wanted so badly to tease him, you needed to get something straight first.

“You ever been fucked before, baby?” You cooed sweetly and a visible shiver shot down his spine.

He gaped for a moment, not used to you saying something so brazenly but shook his head wordlessly. 

You smiled, your tone taking on a gentle lilt as you sensed his nervousness. “Want me to be your first?”

This time he didn’t hesitate. 

“Yes.” He whispered, barely breathing as he finally confessed what he had been longing for ever since he turned of age. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t outwardly show it, but your heart skipped a beat at his admission and the butterflies fluttered uncontrollably.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip to contain the wide smile. “Something tells me that you want to be played with, am I right?”

A whine bubbled past his lips and your smile turned wicked. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him. You wondered how he would look when you played with his nipples, which you sure would be so sensitive it would have him hard in a heartbeat, or how he looked writhing under you when he was about to cum. 

Anticipation thrummed through your veins and you couldn’t believe that after all this time, you finally had the opportunity to give him that kind of pleasure. 

“Such a good boy.” You crooned softly and he audibly keened, stretching towards you desperately as you denied him a kiss. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

Midoriya’s head was spinning and his brain was short-circuiting from how unbelievably close you were to him. The sweet smell of your perfume flooded his senses and he swallowed thickly, very much aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You had yet to touch him and he was already a goner.

“S-Safeword?” He stammered out, his eyes shutting automatically as you threaded your fingers through his hair, a small moan breaking through the weighted silence as you scratched his scalp. 

You observed his every move, every flutter of his lashes as he fell under your spell without even trying to succumb. 

“Mmhm…” You hummed. “A word that you can use at any time and I’ll stop everything.”

A safeword was for both parties but you were fairly sure that you wouldn’t need it, being more experienced than him and aware of your boundaries. But just in case, you whispered that little tidbit of information in his ear so that he wasn’t left out of the loop.

“What if…” Midoriya gulped, restraining himself to keep his hands at his sides no matter how desperately he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked. “C-Can’t I just tell you to stop?”

You frowned a tiny bit, not put off by his question but rather how fucked out he looked already. The poor boy was already straining in his pants, the bulge making your mouth water but you kept your head on straight. 

“You can.” You agreed. “If that’s what you want, we can do that.”

He glanced away from you, thinking hard. He wasn’t all innocent. He had watched porn before when dared to by Bakugou after one of the class movie nights at Heights Alliance back when they were at UA, and he was embarrassed how quickly he got attached to the videos that had bondage and overstimulation.

It always looked so enticing. He wanted to know what it felt like to be pinned down and overpowered until pleasure rode on every one of his senses. 

He wanted you to do that to him. 

“W-What about if I just used your name?”

Midoriya cringed as soon as he suggested it and took it back faster than you could react, another idea tumbling out of his mouth in a split second. 

“Black?” He whispered, avoiding eye contact with you. 

Baby boy blinked so nervously, worried you might refuse or reject him for any reason and you took his chin in between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his face close to yours. 

“Alright baby, that’s perfect.” You reassured softly. “Either one of us can use it and then everything stops, okay?”

He nodded, getting more excited as your breath fanned across his lips. 

“Need to hear you say it.” You demanded quietly. 

His green curly hair bounced as he nodded vigorously. “I understand!!”

Midoriya stiffened for a moment in surprise as you finally pressed your lips against his, sealing his first kiss and he swore his heart stopped beating. Then, he melted into putty as you moved your lips skillfully against his, coaxing him to return it with as much lust and passion as you were igniting within him.

You pulled away to lean in close to his ear, trailing a finger up and down his chest playfully.

“Let me take care of you, Izuku~” You cooed, slyly licking the shell of his ear, savoring in the shiver that shot down his spine as a result of your ministrations.

You continued down, planting hot and wet open-mouthed kisses along his jaw as he whined and wriggled beneath you. Trailing down his neck to his collar bones and then his bare chest as you ripped open his shirt in one swift movement, you pinned his wrists above his head.

A protest ripped from his throat at your display of dominance.

“Y-Y/N!! I wanted to—”

“To what?” You questioned smugly.

Midoriya whimpered pathetically and you smirked. 

He blushed, looking away. The boy was built like a bull but was an absolutely softie, innocent pure little bean at heart. He didn’t have what it took to take over. 

“You wanted to touch me?” You asked, laving your tongue around one of his sensitive nipples. “You wanted to be on top?”

His face scrunched up at the strange sensation, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out as you bit down on the tender flesh.

You licked your lips seductively, making a show of your tongue grazing over your teeth as you gazed down at him through hooded eyes. “Do you think you deserve to touch me after being such a bad boy?”

You heard him every night. The walls were thin in the cheap apartment complex you lived in. Too thin. 

“Don’t touch me until I say so.” You ordered.

You heard every wanton moan that bubbled past his pouty lips, such pretty little sounds that you wanted to hear all for yourself. You were jealous of the others in the vicinity that can undoubtedly hear him as well. The only thing that settled your heart at ease was the luscious cries of your name falling from his lips. 

And now, all your neighbors would know just who he belonged to.

Midoriya gulped nervously and you reveled in the adrenaline pumping through your veins at being in control and dominating him. Your shirt rode up as you straddled his hips, and he wriggled beneath you, wanting nothing more than to touch you.

You trailed a finger from his chest all the way to his navel, teasing the waistband of his pants. He whined as you wiggled your ass down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. Deftly unbuttoning his jeans, your eyes flickered back up to him.

“Oh my, these look so uncomfortable.” You mock pouted, sneakily biting the zipper of his fly and pulling it down. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

You grinned as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your feather-light touch, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes in frustration. Slowly pulling down his pants and boxers together, your eyes bugged out as you saw what he was packing.

“Oh…” You mused. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

If you thought he was big, you were dead wrong. This boy was hung as a horse. Well endowed to the max, he was easily packing eight inches and you couldn’t even fit your hands all away around his thick girth. 

You stroked him as best as you could but judging by that guttural groan that erupted from his mouth, you’d say you were doing a pretty good job. 

“Please!!” Midoriya begged, practically sobbing as you teased him and it was like music to your ears. “Please, Y/N, make me feel good!!”

“Yeah,” You whispered, suckling on the vein that ran on the underside of his stiff member. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes, please!!” He cried, fisting the fabric of the sofa, remembering your rule not to touch you yet. 

But it was killing him.

The foreplay had made you wet enough to take him and you weren’t keen on waiting another second longer.

Positioning yourself over his leaking head, the tip of his engorged shaft rubbed against your puffy folds as you pushed your thong to the side.

Midoriya’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw the red lace and he couldn’t stop his hands from shooting to your waist as you threw your shirt up over your head, leaving you in that thin cami that left nothing to the imagination. 

“F-Fuck—” You cursed as you sank down on him, thighs trembling from the effort of taking him. “Izuku, baby, you’re so big.”

He was rock hard and pressing against your inner walls just right. It had been so long since someone had filled you up like this and now that you had him, no one even came close to any of those prior. 

Midoriya was huffing, moaning uncontrollably as the rush of pleasure he got by being encased in your tight heat so quickly. His hands gripped your hips, kneading the flesh of your ass as he started to rock you back and forth in his lap.

You completely ignored the fact that he disobeyed your order. 

“Dumb baby,” You cooed softly. “Does that pussy feel good around your cock? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yes— hhgh, I love it so much, Y/N, you feel so tight, ahh!!” He mewled, unable to think of anything else except how good your cunny felt fluttering around him.

His face was beautifully flushed, unable to tear his gaze off of where his cock had disappeared into you. The sticky wetness smeared against his hip bones made your arousal evident and he was impossibly turned on at the vision in front of him.

You threw your head back as he took over control, gyrating your hips for you before you were even adjusted to his massive length. A breathy moan tumbled out of your lips as his fingers knotted their way into your hair, yanking it back so that your hips canted into him with every thrust. 

“I-Izuku!!” You moaned loudly as he roughly and sporadically pounded into you. 

You squealed as he pulled you down to his chest to get a better angle, all the breath vanishing from your lungs as he planted his heels and fucked up into you so fast that you would’ve fallen off from the force if he wasn’t holding onto you with an iron grip.

“Sorry, Y/N!!” He broke off with a whine and burrowed his face into your neck as you clenched around him, his hips stuttering. “But I’m about to—”

You shrieked as he released inside of you, painting your walls with his thick, milky white cum. Chest heaving, you pushed him down and straightened up, clicking your tongue.

“Such a selfish baby.” You crooned, controlling your breathing enough to put up a confident front. “I didn’t even get to cum yet.”

His eyes widened in horror at not satisfying you first. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— Gah!!”

His earnest apology was interrupted  as you began bouncing on him again, keen on reaching your high. His spent length twitched inside of you and he whimpered, eyes screwed shut at the pain.

“Y/N!! It… It hurts!!” Midoriya whimpered pitifully, his eyes screwed shut at the overstimulation.

“Aw,” Your smile was sadistic and you threw your ass back into his lap intentionally, causing him to throb within you. “Does it?”

“Yes!!” He cried out. “Fuck, please stop!!”

You pouted sadly, gyrating your hips faster. “But I haven’t even cum yet.”

It was too much. Your words spun with those sinful rocks of your hips was making a lethal mix of pain and pleasure shoot through his system and he whined, pawing at your hips. 

“Y/N, please!!” He begged, unsure what he was begging for at this point. 

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. You weren’t sure if his short refractory period was a side effect of his power or the fact that he had just lost his virginity to you and wanted you again, but you were definitely going to oblige him either way.

Midoriya arched into your scalding touch as you leaned down to kiss him once again. Your soft lips and the hot cavern of your mouth distracted him as your tongues danced together and he almost forgot about the fact that he was balls-deep inside of you. 

Until you started to move again. 

His cry was muffled as you licked it out of his mouth before pulling away.

Your grin widened and you rocked your hips back and forth at a mind-blowing pace, reducing the blubbering boy beneath you into a whimpering mess.

But your confident façade soon vanished as his hands found purchase on your hips and bucked up wildly. 

The grin slipped off your face and you whimpered, fingers splaying on his bare chest for balance as he went wild, fucking up into you with abandon. 

You could do nothing else other than hold on and pray you wouldn't fall off of him as he took over.

Biting your lip, you desperately tried to regain control. “Izuku—” 

He gritted his teeth, ignoring you and your eyes widened as green lightning started to surround his body. 

Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”

He didn't. 

Your head tipped back and the loudest scream you've ever produced ripped from your throat as he used One for All to completely destroy your pussy. But to your disbelief, he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down when you contracted around him.

His hips slammed up into yours at a breaknecking speed and tears blurred your vision as you cried out, sobbing with pleasure as he finally made you cum.

“Y/N, you’re milking my cock so much!!” Midoriya blurted out with a raspy moan as another orgasm spiraled to you and you shrieked, this one hitting harder than the last.  

At some point, you blacked out.

When you came to, Midoriya was hovering over you worriedly, his green eyes glistening with concern as he called your name over and over again.

Sitting up with a groan, you realized that he had laid you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket.

“Y/N?” The boy asked, brushing the hair out of your eyes as he sat down by your side.

You offered him a smile, every bone in your body protesting as you sat up. Midoriya was helping you in a second, ignoring your feeble protests that you could do it yourself. 

The next minute, he played with his fingers awkwardly. 

“Was… Was it good for you?” He asked timidly, blinking his big eyes up at you. 

You cracked a smile at how earnest he was. Cutie. 

“Of course it was.” You murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before staring straight into his eyes. “You know this means you're mine, right?”

Midoriya blinked his doe eyes, mouth parting slightly. “Eh?!”

You smirked. “Yup.”

“Really?!?!” He asked excitedly, leaning forward to stick his face close to yours and you giggled. 

Adorable. Simply adorable.

“Yeah, baby.” You whispered, cupping his face and pecking his freckled cheek. He was so sweet. So pure. 

You couldn’t wait to defile him more. Wait until he was exposed to the world of BDSM.

Licking your lips slyly, you smirked. “You’re all mine.”

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[bubblegum-and-ciggarettes]

“I Am Not Starfire” Review

I would like to preface this by saying these are my own opinions and you are allowed to like/dislike this comic:)))

Okay, first off I’m getting straight to the point in that I did not like this graphic novel. The art and colors were nice and some of the concepts were good, but it was poorly executed and on the line of being harmful.

No, I do not mean “sjw” harmful in which the majority of backlash for this graphic novel came from. I don’t care that Mandy(Stars daughter) is a lesbian. And I don’t care that she’s overweight. In fact, I applaud the comic for at least not mentioning anything wrong with being lgbt and barely mentioning the fact that Mandy is overweight.

We need to learn that yes, addressing things like homophobia, racism, body shaming, sexism is an issue, but we need to normalize it in media and speak out about it in person. Even if catcalling, rape, homophobia is depicted as wrong in a comic, it still fuels that hatred from those people instead of normalizing these things. Hence why being called straight and white are “normal” to those hateful people. (Which I don’t agree with obviously.)

And on that note, THAT is why this comic is harmful. Not ONLY is Star slut shamed by her own daughter, who, btw, rags on Star not liking her appearance even though Star literally has not said anything about it and is supportive of her, but she’s also talked about how hot she is by other students/people in a degrading manner.

There’s nothing wrong with being sexy, but this comic both insults Star for being sexy while also tries to show being objectified is wrong bc the people who do so are assholes. You can call a character pretty without having at least one male character shout something gross, which leads back to my whole normalizing argument.

It is harmful for Mandy, the main character we’re supposed to be rooting for, to shame her own mother for dressing how she likes, and then complains her mother doesn’t like how she looks or acts. Which??? Star doesn’t??? She never says anything about Mandys weight, hair, attitude, or grades except for the fight about Mandy walking out of the SAT.

That’s not okay. You can’t have a character wanting to be excepted for who she is while hating on everyone else.

She literally has the “I’m not like other girls” attitude and that is the best way to describe it.

Probably doesn’t help she was made practically as a self insert by a woman who clearly doesn’t know how teenagers work and was cast aside during her high school years.

I mean, seriously? Having two popular kids be mean and talk about leggings and carbs while their most popular friend rolls their eyes? Which 2000 teen movie is this one from? And like, leggings have been in style for a while now. LuLu Lemon leggings? Ever heard of them? Literally every popular so called “basic” girl has them?

What would’ve been cool is to see Mandy grow out of her “I hate girls faze”, which, is a thing most girls go through in middle school/high school until they learn slut shaming isn’t okay. That would’ve been a nice way to reconcile with her mother. The realization that “oh shit I’ve been hating my mother because of what OTHER people think and say about her. I’ve been shaming her in my head for wearing “revealing” clothes because I’m mad at how other people flock to her while I’m an outcast.” Would’ve been way better.

And the whole Blackfire thing was super rushed, and brings more questions. Why didn’t Star just fight her? She clearly can. Star would never let Blackfire hurt anyone, let alone her daughter. And what’s the point of Mandy complaining shes different and won’t live up to expectations of the PEOPLE AROUND HER not her mother, if she does in the end? She didn’t NEED to get powers, even though it was pretty obvious she would. And it would’ve tied up the story nicely if she didn’t. Hell, Star doesn’t even WANT her to be a hero.

Lastly, the love interest. She was sweet, kind, popular, and accepting. Everything Star is. I thought maybe this graphic novel would have a part where Mandy is upset because she feels Star likes her crush as a better daughter than her, but, no. She’s just a sweet girl who’s way too good for Mandy. Their whole conflict was bc she posted a picture of her with the Titans, when it was established she always posts pictures of her face and is seemed to be outgoing. And she did it because of a dare? Like literally nothing was her own fault. And even if it was, she met a bunch of heroes. Who wouldn’t take a picture with them and post it?

Mandy should’ve seen her taking the photo right? So why didn’t she just say “hey please don’t post that right now?”

Also there’s the whole mystery of her father. Which both slightly slut shames Kori because of the possibilities but at the same time heavily implies Dick is her father. Why Dick wouldn’t stay with his own daughter or let her know? Idk.

In conclusion, this comic was very bad. Not because of Mandys appearance and sexual orientation, but because of her character. Her whole thing is “I’m not like other girls”, “it’s not a phase mom”, and “you just don’t understand me.” That’s the best way to sum up her character. Star was so sweet while she was bratty. Her love interest was like a mini Star who she loved even though they have the same personality and everything. Mandy never really learned anything until Star was presumed dead/badly injured by Blackfire. Mandy was rude, slut shamed Star, and was written by someone who doesn’t understand high school and hates the “popular” kids. Lovely art and colors, shitty writing and concepts.

Overall rating: 1/10. I really did not like this comic. Dick was the best part for me which I hope says a lot.

[hakkais-hoe]

I headcanon Ran as the type who likes older girls. Like the tall girls who wears comfy stuff like sweatshirt and a long skirt, those kinda things. So why not make a story where he had a crush on hus senpai who appeared to be innocent on the outside but a total femme fatale :))

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Yes yes yes yesssssssss we love a maneater woman n that little shit definitely simps for tall women

Best prepare for a cute ass fic bout this.

M gonna nock the ages around a bit but they’re gonna both be over 18 when they acc get together.

Readers acc gonna ask Ran on a date to switch it up :)

Wasn’t sure if you wanted her to seduce him so I just went with a more pg fluff hope that’s okayyy

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For the first time in years Ran Haitani decided to show up for high school, the first day of his second year he took one step through the gates, Rindou in tow, and there she was a goddess of a woman.

Her (y/h/c) hair gently moving with the wind, usual school skirt no where to be seen instead she rocked a yankee style long skirt stopping just a over he ankles, blazer also no where to be seen just and over sized school jumper tucked slightly into her skirts waist band. She’d practically ignored all the school clothing rules just for comfort.

He could tell she was easily the same height as him, maybe even taller he can’t wait to get closer so he can see just how tall you are and my god he was obesssed at first sight he knows he’s going to get your attention no matter what.

While he’s still stood staring at you he watches you let out an innocent looking giggle and blush at something the person in front of you says. As much as your innocent face makes him want to tell you every feeling he’s having he also wants to beat the ever loving shit out of whoever made you laugh, he’s so mad that it’s not him.

Inevitably he practically corners you on your last day of high school, now’s the only time he thinks he’s been watching you for a year and you’re leaving after today.

“We’ll hello there doll. What ya doing up here all alone?” You whip around when he calls out to you, Ran had been very basic and written you a little “love” note, sadly for him it had come out as more of a challenge or threat to you,

‘Meet me on the roof after school, come alone. Be there dollface.

~ Ran Haitani ♡’

You were rightfully quite freaked out about thee Ran Haitani writing you a threatening message but you were ready especially when your friends told you that he’d been watching you for most of the year, showing up before school, during breaks and after school to watch you. Yeh it’s a little creepy but hey he’s kinda cute.

“Well someone sent me a little threatening note so I guess I had to show up didn’t I?” You hum leaving back against the fence around the roof, Ran approaches you getting close enough to realise that you are indeed taller than him by a bit. God damn that’s it for him he’s in love.

“My god I’m in love with you, want you to be my girlfriend. Aren’t you happy? God you’re so innocent and sweet just look at you!” Well he seems way too smug with himself, guess it’s time to nock him down several pegs, maybe all the way down. You swipe your pointer finger under his chin to top it up as you let a smirk take over your usually innocent facade.

“Mhm, you like me that much? How sweet of you. Come back and find me when you’re older darling. I’m not interested in kids.” You let your hand splay across his chest and then pat it a few times before walking away and waving back at him.

———— 4 years later Rokuhara Arc————-

“Come back and find me when you’re older darling.”

Ran blinks awake at the strange dream/ memory, what a weird night he never expected to dream about you, yes he was definitely still interested in you god he was even looking for you, sometimes he gets his men to tell him where you are and sometimes he even goes to the place you work to stalk you a bit.

“Ran wake the fuck up we have shit to do you dick.” Rans bedroom door is thrown open by Rindou who doesn’t even stuck his head in, just shouts at him all aggressively like usual.

On the way to their usual meeting Rindou stops dead in his tracks and shoves his brother aggressively.

“No fucking way, bitch don’t tell me that’s that chick you fancied the fuck out of in high school!? Our senpai?? Look over there Ran! Look, look she’s over there with that weird dude that South kicked out.” Rin is pissing himself laughing at his brothers stunned face, they’re both stood staring at you pinning some dude to a wall with a sadistic grin plastered to your face you have the guy on his arse up against a wall with your foot planted planted in the wall next to him, you bend at the hips to hiss something at him. Your words have the guy scrambling away as fast as he can.

The grin on your changes to a fake gentle smile and you while down your comfy baggy pants and jumper smiling down at your self.

“Y/n! Hello again, been some time hasn’t it? You know, I’m still in love with you.” Ran waves as he walks across the road hoping you’ll give in or summat.

“Ran Haitani? My god it’s been years how do you even remember me. What ya doing pretty boy? Wanna come get coffee?” You take over the conversation already walking towards a near by coffee shop, knowing you’ll have an eager Ran in tow like a lost puppy on your heels.

You can’t lie you’ve been thinking about the little shit who told you he wanted you even though he’d never spoken to you just stalked you like a weirdo.

“This is a nice little shop. Who was that guy?”

“My ex. Anyway are you still part of a gang? Is it Brahman or Rokuhara Tandai I used to date a guy from Brahman, wasn’t worth shit. You wouldn’t treat me bad would you Ran? I like you have a pretty face.” You know your worth, you know your attractive and you’re well aware that Ran is high ranking in Rokuhara you wouldn’t have to want for anything.

“Mhm number two in Rokuhara, why you after my money baby?”

“Maybe I am, what you gonna do bout it?” Your voice is smooth as you speak to him.

“Absolutely nothing baby. You can have it all, anything you want as long as your mine. You just gotta say yes doll face.” Ran coos at you, heart on he sleeve only for you.

“Okay, yes. I’ll be your girlfriend if that’s what you want.” You give in already thinking about matching jewellery, not so shockingly so is Ran. The guys practically planning your wedding.

“Ran… where did you leave your brother?”

“Shit”

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Hope this was okay!

Asks are open :)

[conscious-love]

I don't know how to take care of myself or put myself before other people. Do you have any advice for that?

How to take care of yourself:

Basic self-care. Eat well and regularly, sleep enough and regularly, move your body as much as you can (if you can), shower/bathe regularly, brush your teeth regularly, go outside every once in a while, keep in touch with loved ones as often as it suits you.

Treat yourself well. Wear clothes that make you feel good about yourself, keep up with your hobbies, do nice things for yourself like paint your nails or do a face mask, use your favourite cups, compliment yourself, acknowledge your wins and your strengths. Do things that make you feel good about yourself and your life.

Set boundaries. Boundaries are the foundation of healthy relationships. We set boundaries in order to ensure our safety and to get our needs met. This act alone is one of the most self-loving things we can do. As a bonus, it deepens and strengthens our relationships.

Limit things that aren’t good for you, and fill up your life with as many good things as possible. Treat yourself like you’re someone worth caring for. Limit and/or cut out toxic people, unfollow people/pages that stress you out, delete apps that waste your time and corrupt your mind, limit or eliminate junk foods/drinks such as fast food and alcohol. Similarly, incorporate as many positive things as you can into your everyday life. Be selective about the people you associate with both online and in person, when possible do not settle for shitty jobs, eat healthy as often as you can, read books and articles that help you grow as a person and/or increase your knowledge, read books for joy, practice hobbies that enrich your life, etc.

How to put yourself before others (this might be phrased more accurately as, how to not put others before yourself):

Figure out where your subjugation schema comes from. Why is your instinct to put others before yourself? Were you a caretaker to your siblings and/or parents, either emotionally, physically, or both? Were you told, explicitly or implicitly, that your needs don’t matter? Were you shamed for setting boundaries and standing up for yourself? Were you rewarded for being selfless, generous, “kind,” and/or well-behaved?

Get to the heart of your beliefs (which developed as a result of those aforementioned causes). Do you feel that your worth is directly tied to your ability to be there for others? Do you feel that the only way you can be loved is by focusing on the other and neglecting yourself?

What has been the utility of your people-pleasing tendencies? To avoid abandonment or rejection? To avoid being shamed for being “selfish?” To seem like a “good person?” To keep you in the trap of self-hatred (because it’s familiar)? To keep you in a state of perpetual guilt and resentment (because you have a guilt complex and/or crave to be perceived as “oppressed”)?

How can you meet these needs and alleviate your fears yourself, without resorting to abandoning yourself? Can you get clear about your self-worth, so that it’s not dependent on your ability to care-take? How can you work on your abandonment issues? Can you reconcile with the reality that nobody is a “good person,” but rather, we can only aim to do good things? Can you forgive yourself for whatever you’re holding onto? Can you find an identity outside of being “oppressed” and “taken for granted?”

Do some self-reflecting and figure out what your needs are. What boundaries do you need to set with the people in your life? What do you need to stop saying yes to? What do you want to ask for from the people in your life?

Establish clear boundaries with the people in your life who’ve grown used to being catered to by you. There will be flack. These people have likely benefited from your subjugation for the entirety of the time they’ve known you, so it’s going to come as a shock when you change the rules and it will take some adjustment. If they’re truly your friend/family, they will accept your boundaries, even if they struggle a bit at first. If they get mad and attack you, or respond with anything besides compassion and understanding, have a serious talk with them, and if that doesn’t work — drop them.

Research: codependency, subjugation schema, people-pleasing, enabling, care-taking, self-abandonment, abandonment issues, pushover, controlling, enmeshment, boundaries, guilt, shame, resentment, trauma. I highly recommend you check out Melody Beattie. She’s a Christian and much of her work includes references to religion and God (not in excess, but regularly) but if you can get around that or if you appreciate that, I think you’ll benefit greatly from her work. I recommend starting with her book, Codependent No More, then Beyond Codependency. She also has a workbook for Codependent No More. All her other books are great as well, and she also has Instagram and a website.

~ Bella ✨